but i can assure you all

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Requested by anonymous

”What is that thing?!” Warren demanded, pointing at your pet monkey as it roamed around your bedroom. You narrowed your eyes, confused as to why he sounded so horrified.

”That’s my monkey… didn’t you know I owned one?” You questioned. Warren quickly shook his head. All of a sudden you found yourself chuckling, clearly he wasn’t use to seeing monkey’s wondering around a place that wasn’t the zoo.

”He’s really nice” you assured “here you can feed him”.
You handed Warren one of your pets treats. For a moment angel just furrowed his eyes brows at the treat, as if still processing the information he had just learned.

”Just when I thought you couldn’t get any weirder… I kind of like it though”.

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all my posts are made in real time and i rarely ever use my queue which is why you’ll regularly get like anywhere from a 2 to fucking 8 hour gap between my posts but i can assure y’all i will never go a full day without posting anything at all because i am way too attached to this demon of a website

Quiet

(A/N): Baby tomato Kara

Pairings: Kara Danvers x Fem!Reader

Request: I love your writings so much can I please request a kara x reader you and her have a sleepover with maggie and alex and the two of you want each other so bad but kara is nervous about being heard you assure that you’ll be as quiet as possible but the next morning alex and maggie just star teasing kara and she just hides in the crook of your neck but the reader is so not ashamed at all please

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Tags: @sxph-t @iamwarrenspeace @ridingmoxley @mymourningtea 


Originally posted by scouserpants


The little coffee shop you worked had just closed and you were cleaning up afterwards. You wipe down the counters and about half of the before you tiredly sit down at one of the tables. You loved your job but you wanted to go home to your girlfriend and not wash down anymore tabletops. 

After a few moments, you groan softly as you stand, beginning to finish wiping down the tables when you hear light knocking on the glass entrance door. You turn curiously at who could be wanting in but your face morphs into a smile at the sight of Kara waving excitedly. You drop your rag, walking over to the door before unlocking it and allowing her to enter. 

When you shut the door, Kara engulfs you in a tight hug causing you to giggle and she presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “Hey Babe.” She greets cheerfully.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You question as you pull back, admiring her with a grin and she shrugs, tilting her head to the side. 

“No particular reason. I just missed you but Alex texted me asking if we’d like to have a sleepover with her and Maggie tonight! Like a girl’s night sort of thing.” Kara says with childlike excitement and you smile. 

“Sounds fun, I just need to finish up and we can leave.” You state as you wander back to your rag and begin to wipe down the remaining tables.

“We can wear our matching pajamas! Oh, can we also stop to get pot stickers and ice cream?” Kara questions excitedly as she makes her way over to you and wraps her arms around your waist. 

You’re beaming as Kara nudges her face into your back and you slowly turn in her embrace so you’re facing her. “You’re extremely cuddly and yes, we can stop for pot stickers and ice cream but we won’t be able to leave if you don’t let me finish cleaning.”

Kara pouts as she leans her head against your forehead. “Fine…” She mumbles and you promptly reach up, kissing her nose causing her face to scrunch up in the cutest way before she breaks out in the widest smile.

You quickly pull yourself away from her strong grip and quickly finish up before locking the place up. You walk back to your apartment, packing stuff for the night before stopping by Kara’s favorite Chinese takeout place and convenient store for ice cream. Once you’d gotten everything, you head to Alex’s apartment. 

Kara knocks on the door and the door swings open, revealing Alex in sweats and a tank top. “Hey, you two! I thought you were going to skip out on us.” Alex jokes playfully causing you both to chuckle before entering. 

“We would never.” Kara returns as she grabs her sister in a quick hug.

“Hey, little Danvers! Hey, (Y/N)!” Maggie calls out from the kitchen where she was making popcorn and you both wave.

“Hey, Maggie!” You greet as you walk over and set the takeout bags on the counter, Kara following right behind.

“(Y/N)! Let’s change into our pajamas!” Kara exclaims, nearly bouncing and you laugh as she’s already pulling you toward the extra bedroom. 

You both quickly change into your matching pajamas and you can’t help but laugh at how cliché it seemed but Kara loved it so, that means you did too. So, here you were walking out in your pajamas covered in little penguins as Kara makes a beeline for the food. 

“You two are the sappiest couple ever.” Alex comments with a smirk and you shake your head in amusement.

“What? You and Maggie don’t have matching pajamas?” You counter with exaggerated shock, placing your hand over your heart. 

“Yeah, Danvers, why don’t we have matching pajamas? They could have cute little bonze trees and plants on them.” Maggie comments, hand dramatically on her hip causing both you and Kara to laugh.

Alex rolls her eyes but keeps her smile. “I am not wearing pajamas with plants on them.”

Laughter fills the air as you all pile food onto a plate before squeezing on the couch for whatever movie Alex picked out. It was some cheesy romantic comedy and you all munch away on your food as the movie begins to play. 

Small chatter fills the air at first as the four of you chat and giggle about whatever but it soon dies down as the night progressed. Maggie is curled up into Alex’s side and Kara is curled up at your side. You smile as you look at Kara whose arms are firmly wrapped around your midsection and she subtly messes with the hem of your shirt, rubbing small circles on your slightly exposed stomach. 


It’s almost midnight when the end credits roll around and you glance over seeing Maggie and Alex both falling asleep. You watch them sluggishly move, yawning as they slowly begin to stand. “I think we’re off to bed. Feel free to watch more movies.” Alex offers as she gently grabs Maggie’s hand and leads the two of them to their bedroom. 

“Night, you two.” Maggie bids as she disappears behind the bedroom door along with Alex.

You and Kara both sit in silence for a moment before she slowly begins to crawl up your body. You smile, looking at her with question before she connects your lips together, hands coming up and gently cupping your face. You immediately melt, placing your hands on her hips while allowing her tongue to have access into your mouth and the sweet taste of Kara lingers in your mouth. 

As the kiss becomes more heated, you reach for the hem of her shirt tugging up slowly and she quickly pulls back from the kiss, eyes wide and full of lust. “We can’t do this.” Kara whispers out breathless from the kiss and you smile devilishly.

“Why not?” You return as you pull her down, body flush up against yours and begin to kiss her neck causing a soft moan to escape her mouth.

“What if we get caught…” Kara barely manages out, your lips against her neck distracting her.

You smile against her, beginning to work up her neck and onto her jaw. “We can be quiet. I promise. Let’s go to the room.” You mutter out with a smirk, in between kisses, hands still messing with the hem of her shirt and Kara only nods, lost in your touch. 

She slowly gets off you and you stand, pulling her quickly yet quietly to the extra bedroom for a night full of fun. 


The next morning, you both wake up as a pile of limbs thrown across each other’s bodies. You groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and you feel Kara stir next to you. You watch as her eyes slowly open as a smile spreads from ear to ear. “Morning.” Kara mumbles out tiredly and you chuckle, giving her a small peck on the lips. 

“Morning, my love.” You return as you slowly sit up, attempting to find your pajamas that were thrown carelessly around the room the previous night. 

Kara does the same as you both clothe your bare bodies and head into the kitchen where Maggie and Alex are making coffee. You walk in, Kara following right behind and both Maggie and Alex have the most devious grins ever. 

You raise an eyebrow at them, pouring yourself some coffee when Alex speaks up. “Sounds like you two had fun after we went to bed last night.” Alex smirks out causing Maggie to giggle and Kara to turn a bright red.  

“Lots of fun.” Maggie adds as she sips her coffee and you shake your head, grin tugging at your lips. 

You turn around to see Kara the color of a tomato as she avoids Alex and Maggie’s stare and you can’t help but laugh. “Awe, baby, you’re as red as a tomato.” You comment as you wrap a comforting arm around her shoulder and she buries her face in the crook of your neck. 

“You said we’d be quiet…” Kara mutters almost inaudibly and Alex and Maggie only laugh harder at Kara’s embarrassment.

“You tried, little sis.” Alex chokes out in between laughs and Kara proceeds to hide further into your neck.

“Shut up, Alex.” Kara demands with a pout and you laugh harder as you pull her closer to your frame. You turn placing a kiss at the crown of her head and hear her sadly groan. 

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” You comment and Kara huffs.

“We’ll never hear the end of this!” Kara cries out in your neck and you, Maggie and Alex crack up laughing once again.

“We love you, Kara.” Alex gushes as she walks over, ruffling Kara’s already tangled blonde hair and she lightly shoves Alex.

“I only love, (Y/N).” Kara mutters out as she pulls back to send a glare at Alex.

Alex isn’t fazed as she wraps an arm around Maggie’s frame, pulling her close. “That’s a lie.”

Kara sighs, dramatically returning back to her place in your neck and you place another kiss to the top of her head. You should make Kara embarrassed more often…

i don’t usually get political but this has all the world to do with my blog and yours.

if you’re an american, please read this. even if you’re not, please read this and signal boost it. 

america has laws on something called net neutrality. this keeps internet service providers from regulating media. without it, they could 

  • block whatever websites they please
  • charge extra for websites
  • charge extra for different categories like social media or research
  • make competitor websites run slower

and our government is voting to repeal it. 

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so uh

I think he needs someone who is self-assured and knows herself, so that he can kind of become that same person and know himself.”

This is what LM said about Lance and his potential love interest. He needs someone who knows themselves bc it’s clear to us Lance still doesn’t know his own self as evidenced here

now. here’s something interesting. Who, out of all the other paladins, had an arc/moment of them knowing themselves and who they were?

yup. you guessed it. this guy below. 

I’m just saying. If the shoe fits…

[All of this happened because I wanted to write something about Stiles not being able to sleep without his pillow. Spoiler alert: his pillow is Derek.]

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Derek tries not to look too hurt when Stiles says he’s going back to Washington, but when the Sheriff claps his back and Scott offers him a friendly hug, he knows he failed. But after everything, after the other night - it just doesn’t feel fair.

-

“It was a nice road trip, wasn’t it?” Stiles had said after they’ve won, after everything was done, their friends were alive and fine and Derek finally got his loft back. “I mean, we had some fun, right?”

Derek smiled without looking away from the flowers the Sheriff got him as a housewarming gift. “Yeah.” He answered, finally turning around. “It was nice to spend time with you.” It was more than nice and he cursed himself for not being able to say it, still, after everything, after the nights spent driving and talking and fucking in deserted roads.

“Yeah.” Stiles agreed easily. He was the one who started it after all, always showing up to save Derek - despite Derek saving him back plenty of times - always being there, trusting him, smiling and laughing like Derek makes him happy. “What will you do now that you’re a free man again?”

Derek shrugged. “I always wanted to start a farm, maybe raise some sheep?” When Stiles blinked at him, surprised, Derek let out a snort.

“Fuck you, I almost believed it!” Stiles said, punching his shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Derek shook his head, still smiling. 

You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stressed, his hand still on Derek’s shoulder, touching, teasing. “I’m -“ Derek didn’t let him finish then, turning around and just pressing their lips together.

He didn’t want to listen then - and in hindsight maybe he should’ve - but without the haste, the guilt of having a nice time whilst their friends could be dying, Derek couldn’t wait, he just wanted to worship Stiles’ body, just wanted to kiss all the places he couldn’t reach before when they were squeezed in the backseat of Stiles’ car. 

And so he did, he made Stiles moan his name the entire night and he moaned Stiles’ own just as louder. Just to have his heart crushed the morning after.

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“I’m gonna miss you.” Stiles says, his Jeep packed and ready to go. To leave everything behind.

It’s unfair, Derek knows. Stiles didn’t make promises and neither did he, but he can’t help how he feels. He understands Stiles doesn’t want to be in Beacon Hills anymore and that’s his choice, but Derek made his own and he’s tired of running away.

He’s never felt closer to his family than when he’s here, he’s already lost enough and he doesn’t want to lose his home. But somehow, as Stiles drives away, he feels like he just did.

-

I miss you, Derek thinks every day, staring at the black screen of his phone and wondering if he should actually write those words and send them to Stiles. He decides against it and despite the fact he was joking before, on the third day after Stiles left, Derek buys a farm.

He tells Lydia first during lunch at her favorite restaurant - she was adamant they had to become best friends and Derek enjoys her company so he lets it happen easily - and she tells him he’s not allowed to wear plaid around her. Then he tells Scott and two days later, he shows up at Derek’s front door with all kinds of seeds - “We need pumpkins for Halloween, Derek. Make it happen!”.

It’s something to do with his hands, something to work on. Create life, instead of ending them, build things, instead of destroying. He feels good, better and healing. Cora says he’s calmer now and Derek smiles, despite knowing she won’t be able to see him, and tells her he is.

Some days Stiles texts him, others he doesn’t. Derek reads the ones he has every night before going to bed, but he never answers them.

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To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.2

[pt.1] [p.2] [pt.3 End]


Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did. 

I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.

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NYCC Interview Quote:

Interviewer: What would Lance look for in a future Mr. or Mrs. Blue Lion? I’m gonna guess she meant Red Lion now. I think she’s trying to fill out her space Tindr profile. But yea, what is Lance’s–And I like this, because Lance is kind of all over the place. He hits on anything that moves and is pretty, which all the aliens are pretty. But what would he look for, really, in a partner or a soulmate?

Lauren: I don’t know if Lance knows what he needs. I know what he might look for, but what he might look for is not necessarily what he needs. I think he needs someone who is self-assured and knows herself, so that he can kind of become that same person and know himself. [To Joaquim] What do you think?

Joaquim: I mean, I think Lance is evolving. So I think, like Lauren said, whoever Lance chooses, I think what he’s looking for is getting to a place that is maybe very different than where he started in the series. 

Joaquim and Lauren discuss attributes of a love interest for Lance

McGonogall: Mr Black, I simply cannot go with you to the yule-

Sirius: I knew it! You’re going with Remus aren’t you? And I thought he was sneaking out to go to the library…

McGongall: I can perfectly assure you that Mr Lupin and I-

Sirius: What about the kids, Minnie? Did you ever think about the kids!?

McGongoall: The kids?

Sirius: Oh the kids! James and Peter are going to be devastated! I can’t believe this Minnie, we’re never going to be a proper family!

McGonogall:

McGonogall: In that case I’d like full custody of James

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A quick follow-up to reassure you that, yes, I am aware that being bad at video games is a Joestar family tradition.  This was another tangent–next time, things get a little more serious. Stay tuned!

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Sanctuary - Hybrid! BTS Drabble

Genre: Hybrid! BTS, BTS AU, fluff

Pairing: Hybrid! OT7 x reader

Warnings: extreme cuteness ahead - plot-less fluff?

Summary: The adventures of living with 7 hybrids

Authors Note:  This is just a little something I wrote. I hope you like it~<3

Post Date: 11/14/17

“Boys!” you called from the kitchen. “Breakfast!” You heard scrambling feet before a tall boy bounded into the kitchen. His face was lit up with a boxy smile. He crashed into you and gathered you up in a hug. “Ah! Taehyung, you’re going to kill me one of these days,” you jokingly scolded. His ears flicked before he smiled down at you again, his pointy canines poking his bottom lip.

“I’m a predator Y/N, a big scary tiger!” He held his arms above his head and put on a grimace, pretending to be intimidating.

“More like an oversized cat,” a voice said. Yoongi walked into the kitchen yawning. His black ears flicked above his head as he approached the table. Taehyungs arms fell, and he looked over at Yoongi.

“You’re the oversized cat,” Tae shot back.

“Jaguar,” Yoongi corrected, taking a seat at the table.

“Cat,” Tae continued.

“You’re both big scary predators, now eat,” you said, plating some eggs and toast onto their plates. The two complied, focusing on the meal before them rather than bickering.

The next character to enter the kitchen was Hoseok, your dog hybrid. His tail wagged behind him as he neared the stove. He peaked over your shoulder, practically drooling on you. “That smells good,” he said.

“Thanks Hobi,” you said absently scratching his head with your free hand.

“Is it all gone?” The youngest walked in, his eyes wide.

“Jungkook-ah!” Tae waved the bunny over to the table. He quickly complied plating his own food before the rest of the group ate it up.

“Don’t worry I know how much you all eat. There’s plenty,” you assured. The sausages sizzled in the pan as they cooked. The kitchen was filled with the sound of forks against plates, glasses tinkling and the occasional “can you pass that?” You stood at the stove, still cooking the heaps of food needed to fill their bellies.

           You felt gentle hands at your back, untying your apron. “I can take over Y/N, why don’t you go eat?” Turning, you saw Jin smiling at you.

“Thank you Jinnie,” you said, stepping away from the stove. If you weren’t cooking, Jin was. He loved the activity ever since you taught him how. Soon enough he surpassed your skills, creating mouth-watering dishes that would make Gordon Ramsey cry. In thanks, you rubbed his dark fox ears. He leaned into your touch, fluffy tail swaying.

           Yoongi wordlessly pulled the chair out next to him for you to sit. You had known him the longest out of all the boys and he always tried to look out for you. Sure, he was a hybrid, but he was also older than you, so he felt it was necessary. The black cat put food onto your plate before you could. Below the table you felt his long tail snake around your ankle. He was always very subtle in showing his love, but you found his subtly endearing.

           The sliding glass door behind the table opened, momentarily pouring cold air into the hot kitchen. Namjoon closed the door, unraveling the scarf around his neck.

“How were the woods?” you asked him.

“Good, no one’s been trespassing,” he said taking a seat at the table. Namjoon was a wolf hybrid. He always loved patrolling the woods around your house, feeling it was his duty to protect his territory. It certainly wasn’t necessary, but you let Namjoon do what he pleased.

           You looked around the kitchen table. Most of the boys were filling their plates for a second time. Jin still stood at the stove, humming lightly to himself. It was quite the cozy scene, but something was missing.

“Where’s Jimin?” You asked after taking a sip of your orange juice. The hybrids all exchanged looks before looking back at you. Jimin was the newest addition to the group but had yet to warm up to everyone. It was understandable, given his past. You stood from the table, Yoongi’s tail slipping from your leg.

“I’ll go get him,” you said.

           You never meant to have seven hybrids living with you, but it just sort of happened. After your grandparents passed away, you inherited their estate, which included a rather large house nestled in a forest. A free home whose mortgage was totally paid for was a blessing for a young woman like yourself. The morning you moved in, you discovered Yoongi. He was snoozing away in one of the guest bedrooms. It turned out he had been homeless when he stumbled upon the empty house and made it his. The house was more than big enough so you let him stay with you.

           As time wore on, more and more hybrids showed up at your doorstep. They usually wandered into the woods, wounded and afraid. Some, like Namjoon, kept their distance. Others, like Taehyung, curiously approached your home. A few days ago, you were out in the woods with Hoseok, when you saw a crumpled figure laying against a fallen tree. Huddled under a raggedy blanket was a calico cat hybrid, Jimin.

           You knocked on his bedroom door. “Jimin,” you softly called, “Breakfast is ready. Are you hungry?” No response. You opened the door slowly. The curtains in his room were drawn, darkening the room considerably. However, it was easy to see the ball curled up on the bed. Jimin was asleep, his pink lips parted slightly. He was so cute you had to suppress a squeal. You sat on the edge of the bed and gently ran you fingers through his hair.

           His eyes fluttered open. “Y/N?” he asked.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” you said with a laugh. “I’m sure you’re really tired but there’s breakfast for you. Are you hungry?” Jimin sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Ever since you brought him home, he’d been sleeping endlessly, like he hadn’t slept in years.

“Hmmm,” was all he said in response. Jimin and you got along fine, but he was wary around the rest of the group. You scratched behind his ears, earning a low purr from him. He flopped his head down in your lap and hugged your waist. Smiling, you pet him more. It wasn’t long after you rescued him that you realized he was a sucker for pets and hugs. Much like Taehyung, he would cling onto you and beg for attention. It was cute, and you didn’t mind giving the kitty some love.

           A rhythmic thumping sound caused you both to look at the doorway. There, Hoseok stood, his tail hitting the wood of the doorframe. He was doing his best to not rush into the room and attack the newcomer with questions. Although he was restraining himself, his eagerness showed on his face. Jimin escaped under the covers before you could say anything. You stood and walked to the door, taking Hoseoks hands. You shooed him away, closing the door behind you.

“Aw, Y/N, when will he let me play with him?” He said with a pout. You chuckled and dragged him back to the dining room.

“He’s still shy Hobi. Give him time and I’m sure he’d love to play with you.” You approached the stove and made up a plate for Jimin. Jin helped you, plating a few extra sausages for the cat. You smiled at Jin before padding back into his room.

“It’s just me,” you announced. His blonde head poked out from the covers. Seeing the food, he unfurled himself from the sheets and scooted to the edge of the bed. You sat next to him and handed him the plate. Jimin wasted no time in scarfing down the food. The poor boy really needed some TLC. He seemed to lack sleep, proper nutrition and a loving family. You hoped you could change all that. Within minutes the plate was clean, and he set it down on his nightstand.

“More?”

“No,” he said, flopping back onto the bed. He grabbed you and pulled you down with him. Cuddling into your side, he quickly fell back asleep. At first you were conflicted, you would’ve liked to go back and finish your own breakfast, but you didn’t want to disturb Jimin. It wasn’t long before you drifted off yourself.

           “Where’s Y/N? Her food’s getting cold.” Jungkook asked, placing his plate in the sink. Taehyung came up from behind him and bit his floppy ear. He had a habit of biting things he liked. “Yah!” Jungkook exclaimed. Taehyung leapt back with a laugh.

“She’s probably still with Jimin,” he said, grinning. Jungkook simply hummed. He didn’t understand the cat. When he first arrived, he was quite the opposite, getting along well with the other boys but shying away from you. He didn’t trust humans and didn’t know how to interact with them. Plus, you’re a girl.

           Namjoon was also concerned with you eating. He put saran wrap around your plate and placed it in the fridge. He and Jin exchanged looks before he exited the kitchen and made his way down the hall. Silently, he opened Jimin’s bedroom door. Inside, he found you two snoozing away on his bed. The wolfs dimples appeared as he smiled. As quietly and gently as possible, he scooped you up bridal style. Jimin grumbled in his sleep and turned over but did not wake up. Namjoon carried you to the living room as you slowly woke up.

           Your bleary eyes opened as you were put on the couch. Taehyung and Jungkook were playing video games a few feet away. A bit disoriented, you took in your new surroundings. Namjoon patted your head, making you look up at him.

“You should eat,” he said with a warm smile. You nodded and got up from the couch. Namjoon led you into the kitchen with his hand at your back. Inside, Jin and Hoseok were washing the dishes, dancing to the song that played on the radio. The two goofballs swayed to the music with large grins on their faces.

           The lively scene woke you up more. After you finished your breakfast you made your way into your office to get some work done. Thankfully, your job allowed you to work from home most days. Your office was decorated just the same as your grandfather had left it. Mahogany floors were covered with maroon rugs. One wall was lined with bookshelves, plush leather chairs sitting at either end. The other wall held a small fireplace. Your desk was a beautiful antique you’re certain your grandmother bought.

           An hour into your work, you heard the door open. You looked over your shoulder to find the usual suspect: Jungkook. He smiled at you sheepishly. It was a habit of his to spend time in your office as you worked. The quiet atmosphere and alone time with you recharged him.

“Kookie,” You called, waving him over to your desk. This was the usual routine. He would come in, pull a chair up to yours and shyly ask for pets. He still wasn’t comfortable being pet around the other boys and you respected his boundaries. A cute bunny smile lit up his face as he quickly tucked himself by your side and laid his head in your lap. With your free hand you gently stroked his soft ears. He let out a few happy noises.

           Minutes later Jungkook is snoozing in your lap, dreaming little bunny dreams. The door slowly opens to Yoongi. He carries a glass of water with him which he gently sets down for you. Purring, he nuzzles into your face. You smile up at him and he returns the expression. Usually, you would strike up conversation with Yoongi, but you did not want to disturb the sleeping rabbit. Just as silently as he came in, the jaguar left.

Once your satisfied with the amount of work you put in, you poke Jungkook’s’ nose to wake him up. He cutely scrunches his face before waking.

           “Wanna get movie night going?” Jungkook nods his head with a faint smile. He gets up and stretches, his height towering over you. Frankly, all the boys were taller than you. At first you thought they wouldn’t take you seriously as their caretaker, but it didn’t seem to be a problem. They did however, use your height to occasionally tease you. In a show of confidence, Jungkook brought your head into his chest in an embrace. You laughed into his shirt and wrapped your arms around his back.

           Jungkook heading into the living room while you veered toward Jimin’s room. Perhaps with a little prodding you could get him to join the festivities. You knocked at his door and got a response.

“Y/N?” he called.

“Yup. Can I come in?” Jimin opened the door for you, making sure to close it once you were inside. “How could you tell it was me?”

“The sound of your footsteps,” he answered with a light smile.

“Ah, yes, those ears are good for more than just making you cute,” you teased, tickling them. Jimin laughed and swatted at your hand.          

“Tonight, is movie night. I think we’re all going to watch the latest action film since it’s Jungkook’s night to choose. Do you want to come with?”

Jimin dropped his gaze and fiddled with his fingers, obviously wrestling with the decision.

“We can cuddle the whole time, just us. I’ll make sure the boys don’t bother you either.” The cat looked up with a large smile.

“Promise?” he asked.

“Pinky swear,” you said offering your pinky. He wrapped his with yours, sealing the deal.

           The smell of buttery popcorn filled your nose as you walked into the kitchen. Taehyung was rummaging in the pantry for other snacks. Hobi was pouring out drinks and Jin was making stove-top popcorn. You assumed the rest were prepping the living room.

“Guys,” you prompted, earning their attention. “Jimin is going to watch the movie with us…” Hobi let out a squeal of excitement while Jin did a funny victory dance. Tae popped his head out of the pantry, a bag of chips in his mouth. He let it drop in a dramatic show of surprise.

“But! You need to give him space. He’s still not totally comfortable around other hybrids. And I sort of promised to only cuddle with him.” Your voice trailed off at the end, but the boys heard it easily.

“Whhaaatt?” Taehyung blurted. Jin stopped dancing and frowned. Hobi literally whined, his ears flopping back on his head.

“It’s just one night!” you said. “I’ll dole out all the cuddles after this okay?” A chorus of mumbled ‘yeah’s followed.

In the living room, Jungkook was attempting to build a fort while Namjoon set up the television. Yoongi entered, arms full of blankets and pillows.

“Reinforcements,” Jungkook said with a grin. Yoongi laughed and let the pile fall to the floor. He ruffled the youngest’s hair before plopping down on the couch. Soon enough Hobi came in, hands dangerously full with drinks. Jin followed with several bowls of popcorn which smelled exactly like the cinema. Finally, Tae dumped his snack stash on the coffee table, a proud glint in his eyes. The boys all settled down, adjusting the lights and rationing out the refreshments.

           You entered with Jimin hot on your tail. He had himself wrapped in a fluffy blanket, his ears making it slip off his head. You guided him to the end of the couch where you acted as a barrier between him and the rest of the boys. Some gave him gentle smiles, others looked at him with utter excitement. Jimin however, kept his gaze low. You could feel how tense he was just sitting next to him.

           To calm him, you scratched behind his ears and let him snuggle up to you. The movie began to play, causing the attention to shift off Jimin. He soon had the blanket wrapped around the both of you. He hugged onto you like a koala bear, arms, legs and even his tail wrapped around you. Jimin pressed his face into the nape of your neck where he could easily breathe in your scent. Your steady heartbeat slowed his down and relaxed his tensed muscles.

           Continuous purrs echoed from his chest while he nuzzled your shoulder. You occasionally caught one of the boys looking over at you two with expressions of longing. Eventually, Jimin focused more on the movie than you and began to enjoy himself. He even cheered along with the others at a scene. When the credits rolled you got up and slowly brought the lights up. When you turned around, you found Yoongi talking quietly with Jimin. The calico cat seemed a bit shy, but you could tell he was giving him answers. Yoongi had a rather calming presence. If anyone could coax Jimin out of his shell, it would be him. The big cat even offered him some snacks that were out of his reach. Jimin took it cautiously but seemed happy at the offering.

           Jin came up and hugged you from behind. He rested his chin on the top of your head and murmured, “He’s making progress.”

“I know, it’s great.” At that moment you felt like Jin and you were proud parents looking over their children. Laughing at the thought, you turned around in his arms and returned the hug.

Jin suddenly exclaimed, “Ah ha! She’s all mine!” He scooped you up, laughing maniacally. The rest of the boys looked over at the scene. He looked down at you with a mischievous grin.

“You devious fox,” you said, laughing. Jin ran off into the depths of the house, the more extroverted boys (Hobi and Tae) following behind. You watched over Jin’s broad shoulders as the two scrambled after you, shouting in mock protest.

“No, she’s ours!” Hobi said with a grin.

“I’ll never hand her over!” Jin said, making a quick left turn into his bedroom. Unceremoniously he dropped you on the bed then playfully guarded you from the cat and dog. Jin’s tail swished back and forth as he played with the younger boys. Although he was the oldest, he was never above goofing around.

           Back in the living room, Jungkook and Namjoon were in deep discussion about the movie’s plot, while Yoongi carried on a tentative conversation with Jimin.

           “Do you like action films?” the big cat asked.

“I guess. I haven’t seen a lot of movies to know…”

“We have a lot of movie nights, when it’s your turn to choose I can help you.”

“Okay…that would be nice.”

“You know Jimin, the rest of us don’t have rosy pasts either. We understand. I don’t know the specifics, but we aren’t like the people that hurt you. Y/N wouldn’t let us stay here if we were.”

“I…I know that. You’re just all so close and I feel like an outsider.”

“The rest of the boys went through the same thing, being new to the house.”

           The more they talked, the more comfortable Jimin felt. Despite being a big cat, Yoongi was soft spoken and kind. Sure, his appearance made him seem cold and aloof, but underneath he was sweet as sugar. Jungkook noticed the two conversing and found his curiosity getting the better of him. As Namjoon began clearing the living room, the youngest wandered over to the couch and sat next to Yoongi. He leaned forward and asked Jimin, “Do you like video games?”

           The cat hesitated before shrugging. “I’ve never played them.”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up. “I can teach you. They’re really fun.”

“Okay,” Jimin said. Jungkook took his hand and led him over the TV where he let Jimin choose from the many titles available. Yoongi smiled at the two before he went into the kitchen to help Namjoon.

           That night you woke to the sound of your door shutting. Your room was still pitch black and you couldn’t make anything out. A deep voice whispered, “It’s just me. Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Yoongi?” You felt the covers being lifted before he crawled in beside you. His arms pulled you, so your head rested on his shoulder. You draped your leg and arm over him. Yoongi let out a breath.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said.

“Oh, more nightmares?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Sorry.” You lifted your head to press a kiss to his cheek. His chest vibrated with a dull purr. Hearing this, you began peppering kisses across his face. You still couldn’t see anything, but you imagined his face scrunching up. After a good ten smooches you rested your head on his shoulder again.

“Sleep tight,” you said.

“Night.”

Hero

As requested Barry being protective over reader in front of the league

Also… IM BACK!!!

YAS BITCH

AND MY DCEU REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO SEND ME STUFF ESPECIALLY WITH THE FLASH.

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If, a few hours ago, you were asked what was the craziest thing that had ever happened in your life you would probably have to mention that rave party that you had went to a year ago.

And what would you answer if they asked now now? Meeting the other five members that formed the Justice League. You had not expected any of them to simply burst into Barry’s place in the middle of the night, and neither did him as you figured, because the scream that left his mouth as a response to Aquaman’s one made more sound than a building tumbling down.

“Hello Barry” Batman sighed. Truthfully, the members had chosen the worst moment to barge in to Barry’s and the regret was obvious in Batman’s aura. In the end of the day the scene seemed like it was from a movie. Aquaman was laughing and winking at Barry, while Cyborg stood frozen behind Wonder Woman.

Barry had been quick enough to throw a sheet on you and was currently busy with trying to cover you up the best he could.

“See I told you he was getting some” Aquaman winked at Wonder Woman, whose response was a single smile and then to Barry, who screamed. Again. And this time he decided it was better to cover your whole body with his, as he arranged his place on the bed as quickly as he could.

“Ahhh no! Stop! You shouldn’t even know about her!” Barry shouted as he felt your cheeks warm up on his back. “Don’t even look at her that way! Arthur!”

“Ohh where did the Barry I knew, went? You’re not stuttering!” Aquaman stated in between his loud laughing.

“Why are you here?”

“We need you for something” Cyborg took the lead of the conversation for better or for worse. He was too embarrassed to be present on this whole scene. “And we would rather not talk about it before a civilian”

Barry sighed as he looked around the dark room. As his clock stated the time had passed twelve for two long hours now. They wouldn’t usually ask for his assistance this late, so this had to be important. But did he really want to leave his bed, at a time you were in it too? Sure the two of you could barely fit onto that bed, but he liked as much closure he could get with you.

Although, wait a second, did Victor just? Did he-?

“I’m cold” you barely whispered as you mechanically wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back. And Barry, was just there in the middle of everything and everyone, not wanting to show his comrandes the way he felt around you, and not wanting to seem like a coward to you. He always felt like he was a coward when he was around you.

“Look, Barry, sorry to just barge in here, have your moment and-”

“Victor she knows about everything I do in the costume, so I doubt she doesn’t have to be present for whatever you want me to know.” His voice was slightly raised and his tone was more than just agressive, and he himself wondered where this had came from, where the hell.had he found the will to even cut Batman off?

“Once again that’s a pretty dangerous thing to do to a civilian Barry.” Batman added and threw you a harsh look. “You’re exposing her to danger! It’s not long before you see her with her insides sprawled on a dirty floor. I’ve been there! And I can assure you, you’re not going to bear with it.”

“I’m protecting her the best I can, Bruce. I don’t really do a lot with anything in my life, but I’m protecting her.”

After that all you knew was that Barry kept his own hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his back as him and the league shouted profanities to each other. It was so crazy, so crazy that you were only now noticing Superman standing right next to the door, only now wanting to step up and talk, to put some sense into the conversation.

“Look, I’ll come okay, just give me some time to get dressed okay?” You didn’t see, as you were too drawn to the vibrations that echoed through Barry’s body as he spoke, but as you guessed the members quickly agreed to leave the small room with no protests.

“You have to go…” You mumbled through your squeezed face, melancholy lacing in your voice.

“Yeah, I’ll ask Superman to give you a fly home, it’s dangerous for you to stay here, okay?” Barry spoke softly before he barely turned around, just to face you. “I’m so sorry”

“No! No no no no don’t be sorry. You’re a superhero. I can’t hold you back! Plus we’ll have so much time now that Christmas is near. Don’t be afraid.”

Barry swore, he could stay like this forever. With your hands gracefully cupping his face as your thumbs run over his cheekbones, staring into your beautiful eyes for a whole eternity. It felt like this moment could indeed last forever as it was printed onto his brain. The warmth he felt around you, the beating of his heart. He didn’t want you to ever get hurt and forced out of his life.

“I-i… I think it’s a pretty bad time to say this but I I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you”

And after placing a kiss on his plump lips you waved him off while he got dressed in inhuman speed.

“Go save the world, hero.”

I wanna know what love is

El learning the meaning of ‘love’ with Mike, requested by @cricket-hater

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It was one of those quiet afternoons, when Hopper was not yet back from the station, and the cabin was bathed in dim November sunlight. Mike was scribbling in his D&D notebook, biting his pencil, deep in thought, and El was sitting next to him, curled in a ball and deeply engrossed in a soap opera that was on.

Mike knew those by heart by now. Not only El watched those a lot, but so did his mom. He would normally roll his eyes when his mom switched the TV to cheesy love confessions and dramas, but when El watched them, it was different. He liked the way her eyes widened in suprise, or when she leaned towards the TV, her curly hair falling on her face.

'But Rebecca, you can not leave with him!’ the man on she screen begged. 'I love you!’

Mike resisted the urge to groan at the theatrical character of the show. He turned the page and wrote annotation about a monster he wanted to bring out in a particular moment.

He felt El tug at his sleeve and raised his eyes.

'Everything okay?’

'What is 'love’?’ she nodded shyly towards the screen. Mike felt his mouth go dry.

'I… Uh… You don’t know what love is?’

She shook her head and looked down. Sure, she heard that word multiple times on the TV. She knew it had usually something to do with hugs and lips pressed together. But dictionary definition didn’t help her much. For some reason though, she was reluctant to ask Hopper about that. And Mike always had answers. Right?

Mike looked at her, frozen on the spot, almost feeling his brain work rapidly. How does he explain 'love’ to her, of all things? But then again, he always knew how to explain things to her before. Right?

'I uh… I mean there’s nothing wrong in not knowing!’ he assured her, seeing her expression. 'I… Um…’

'I checked in the dictionary once. It said something about 'deep care and devotion’, but… ’

'It’s not really something that a dictionary can’t explain properly. It’s…’

He took a deep breath and put away his notebook. You can do it, Wheeler.

He looked at her again, turning towards her, and resisted the urge to put a stray curl behind her ear.

'Love is an emotion. A feeling. Like happiness, or sadness.’

She nodded.

'Okay. And, uh… There are different kinds of love. There’s love you feel for your friends. You want them to be happy, safe, healthy and all. You sometimes argue with them, but you always try to make up, and you care about them a lot.’ he looked at her, as if to make sure if she’s not lost. She nodded, processing that.

'And then, there’s love for your family. It’s really similar to the love between friends. Love between siblings is sometimes hard, like for me and Nancy, we argue a lot more than I do with the guys, but I care about her a lot, even when I’m mad at her. And the love of parents, it’s… Um… Parents are supposed to love you unconditionally, that means they never want anything in return, they just love you no matter who you are and accept you. Always.’ he remembered his father’s complete lack of genuine concern and care, and resisted the urge to sigh. 'Like Hopper loves you. ’

'He does?’ her eyes widened.

'Yeah, I’m pretty sure he does. He might not tell you that a lot, but he cares about you more than anything. Then, um… There’s that kind of love.’ he gestured towards the TV. 'Although the way it’s shown here is not really accurate. I, uh… I guess it’s called 'romantic love’. It’s mostly very similar to other kinds of love. It’s…. If you love someone you just…’

He took a deep breath and looked at her quietly for a second.

'You never want them to be away. You always want to be near them. You… You find it hard to breathe sometimes, when you look at them, because your chest is full of this… Warm feeling, it’s hard to explain. And when they are hurt, or unhappy, it pains you. You want to take away all the bad stuff in their life. And I want to always be there when you need me, or when you have nightmares again… I mean I know you are way more awesome than I am and I’m no hero, and Hoppers way more capable of protecting you anyway, even though obviously you don’t need it, because it’s you who saved us all…’

He didn’t even notice the switch in his speech. The words he kept inside for all those months full of longing and despair were just flowing out.

She, on the other hand, noticed, but didn’t dare to speak, looking into his eyes, unmoving.

'And I wish I could take away everything that haunts you, and it angers me that I can’t-’

'I love you too. ’ she said softly, her eyes never leaving his.

'And I… What?’

'I love you. ’ she repeated, feeling her lips curve into a small, shy smile.

He looked at her with his dark eyes, frozen on the spot.

'You… You do?’

She lifted her hand, her fingertips brushing his cheekbone.

'Yes. ’ she said simply, and inched closer to him, touching his nose with hers.

'That’s… That’s good. B-because, I love you too. ’ he blurted out, grinning, his face crimson.

'Good. ’ she repeated with a hint of laughter in her voice and she kissed him softly. His larger palms covered her hands that were holding his face.

'El? ’ he said quietly, his lips still close to hers.

'Yes?’

'Remember, when I told you about the dance? Snowball? You… ’ he gulped 'You weren’t there for the one that was last year, but.. there’s another one coming up next month, and I thought… Maybe if we talked to Hopper, we could go… If you want.’ he rested his forehead on hers.

'Is it who you are supposed to go with?’ she asked, remembering what he said that fateful night in school cafeteria, resting her hands on his chest, while he held her wrists gently. 'Someone you love?’

He smiled gently and nodded, rubbing their noses together.

'Yeah.’

'Cool. ’ she whispered.

'Cool. ’ he pressed his lips against her forehead.

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Welp I guess my birthday is as good a time as any to let you guys know about what’s being going on and why I haven’t been posting on here. I’ve kinda felt so much pressure, from myself really, to produce good content for you all, and I just can’t handle it and keep pushing it aside cos of all the anxiety. What doesn’t help is my lack of ideas as well so I kinda took a little hiatus of sorts. Now that university has started up again I’m as busy as ever and as stressed out as ever. I’m not sure I can give assurance that I’ll update anytime soon, but I thought it’d be nice to let you guys know what’s up. Thanks for standing by me so long guys, and here’s to hopefully more princess content in the future.