“Hey the fact that youre drawing little underage boys in lingerie getting fucked in the butt is creepy and wrong” “WOW censoring me much? Art is free don;t try to censor me you sensitive bitch!!!!!!! GOD you’re so touchy!!!”
Holy grail, I am the worst. If you’re still doing teeny fics
then I’ve got one for you. Nogitsune/Stiles/Derek (or Nogitsune!Stiles/Derek).
Craving some dark stuff… it’s been a while and this literally just popped into
my mind a few minutes ago.
When this song came up on shuffle, I figured it was fate. This
is not my usual style for this fandom, so I hope it turned out alright &
that you enjoy it! Teeny Fic #35
Dreams of war, dreams of liars Dreams of dragon’s fire And of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Enter Sandman by
In Your Head. Nogitsune/Stiles/Derek.
Teen. Also on AO3.
After everything is
over, Stiles is afraid to fall asleep.
The days are blurring together. Not missing moments like
before; no risk of possession now, or so Deaton assures them, but just hours
blending into each other until Stiles isn’t sure how long it’s been since
Allison’s funeral, since Ethan left town, since he slept more than a handful of
minutes at a time. No one seems to realize, caught up in their grief and
avoiding him while trying to pretend that they don’t blame him for what’s happened.
Stiles doesn’t need their blame; he’s got enough of his own
to go around.
EXO’s Reaction to Finding Out You Have Fan Account For Them
A/N: Thank you for requesting! I had to change this one and simplify it b/c it was such a specific reaction. I wanted to make it broader so more people could relate to it. Hope you still like it ~
Xiumin would quickly turn from a cute, quiet guy to a cocky, self-assured little shit when he found out you had a whole blog just for him. “I knew you liked me, but not that much,” he’d smirk, making you hide your face in embarrassment. He’d make sure to do a lot of fan service to you, enjoying his new knowledge.
Chen wouldn’t become overly cocky, but he’d definitely tease you about it nonetheless. He’d assume that every time you were on your phone or computer you were on your fanpage for him. He’d throw you knowing glances and smirk goofily, making you laugh and insist you weren’t on your blog (though you definitely were).
Overdramatic would be an understatement when it came to how Baek would act about his newfound discovery. “Ah! I had no idea an adoring fan was among us! Here, come, I’ll bestow upon you my autograph!” he’d exclaim, autographing your phone case despite your (fake) protests.
Chanyeol would suddenly become shy when he stumbled upon your fan page to him. You’d be worried that he thought you were creepy, when he reality he was just seriously flattered. Over time his shyness would fade away and everything would be back to normal; though every once in a while he’d remember, a smile creeping back onto his face.
Like Chanyeol, Lay would be very flattered that you had made an entire website just for him. He’d secretly visit it often, blushing at all the cute captions you put under photos of him. He wouldn’t bring it up as to not embarrass you, but his cheeks would turn rosy every time he thought of it.
D.O would be a bit…surprised. Unsure how to handle this new information, he’d sort of avoid the topic in general. Obviously he was flattered, but also worried that you might be some sort of sasaeng fan. When you assured him you weren’t, he’d relax more, soon forgetting about the incident.
Suho isn’t particularly overconfident (as much as he pretends to be), so finding out about your fan page would definitely make him feel good about himself. He’d flaunt it slightly, winking and throwing hearts at you whenever he could, enjoying the reaction he received, all while secretly jumping with excitement.
Not particularly familiar with handling these types of situations, Kai would awkwardly avoid the subject, feeling strangely shy around you. In reality, he was just surprised you liked him enough to make a blog around him, and he didn’t know how to handle that level of sincere adoration.
If you thought Sehun was already a bit cocky, you wouldn’t believe how playfully arrogant he would become. “Ya, want me to sign that for you?” he’d ask you for the fourth time that day, pointing this time to your notebook. You’d reluctantly (read: excitedly) let him, and a smug, but flattered, smile would spread across his face.