he's got the sass

The Hero and the Fairy: Welcome to Madness


Day 03: Pining // Pre-Kerberos heislookingatkeith is what I live for (feat. a charisMATTic wingman) 

Look at his proud little smirk at the end
I can’t handle this commie











EXO’s Reaction to you not wanting to cuddle after a shitty day



*Mom mode on. He’s not taking your sass, not today, not ever. He’d give you a face before going to talk to you.*

“This girl did not just give me the finger. I’m bouta punish someone tonight.”

Originally posted by secrethideoutme


*Shocked, sad and confused. When you shut him out, he’d be sad and disappointed. Then he would go and try to get you to cheer up by getting our favorite foods.*

“I’ll be back with food, snacks and a new movie when you want to come out..”

Originally posted by myeoneandonly


*When you told him to leave you alone, he’d comply. He would leave the house and come back with a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries and when you try to apologize, he’d whisper to you;*

“I’m suppose to be leaving you alone now. So, when you finish eating your arrangement, come and calmly talk to me.”

Originally posted by laygion


*Does not enjoy this side of you, so he gives you some attitude until you talk to him about what’s wrong.*

“She wants to be like that? Alright, I’ll remember this moment…She’s gonna regret ignoring her lovely boyfriend.”

Originally posted by blondejongin


*All he will try to do is make you laugh. He knows that laughter cures everything and if you’re still upset, he’ll sit down on a chair ten feet away and talk from there.*

“Come on…you know you want to laugh….come on…”

Originally posted by suhyla


*You being mad now makes him upset. All he wanted was to cuddle but all he got was sass. So, he’ll play right back because that is Park Chanyeol.*

“Ooooh, this girl. Honestly, if she asks me to cuddle tomorrow, I’ll give her the sass. HA-HA. I am good, go Chanyeol.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi


*Not going to take your attitude. The moment you told him to go sit on the couch while you let off some steam, he’d give an attitude right back.*

“I’ll be giving you some of my love from here, on this couch.”

Originally posted by kyungso


*He’d try to make some jokes to get you laughing. When nothing worked, he pretended to be mad and get up to go get his jacket.*

“Fine, if you’re going to be like that, then I’ll leave. I’m leaving, I’m going to put my jacket on..you can’t stop me…I’m about to leave. I’m opening the door…my foot is stepping out…Baby! Stop me! Stop me right now! Call me back to cuddle…”

Originally posted by fy-kimkai


*He was so confused that it shocked him. He won’t take your sass though and retaliates by staring at you with ‘that face’ until you talk to him.*

“We could do this all night if you keep it up. I don’t mind.”

Originally posted by kpopcloseup



I Like That

Minho discovers a liking to Y/N’s spunk…

“Come on Y/N,” Frypan said. “We gotta set up dinner.”

Groaning in frustration, I went back to the usual routine. Of course my job was a given the second I came up in that box- kitchen worker or textiles.

“Hey Y/N,” Gally scoffed. “What’s for dinner today?”

“Nothing you’re interested in,” I replied.

“I might be interested in something you’re cooking up…” he smirked.

“Just get in line,” I huffed.

“Oh! Pretty girl’s got some sass.”

“Leave her alone Gally…” Frypan rebutted quietly, afraid of what standing up for me would do.

“Did you say something kitchen rat?”

“He said leave her alone Block for Brains,” a familiar voice said. Sitting up from the table, Minho sighed heavily, signaling for him to cut it out.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” a fuming Gally lashed out. Edging closer to Minho, the thick atmosphere of frustration was cut by none other than Newt himself.

“Alright alright, if you two hormonal shanks are gonna settle this, do it the right way. 1 round in the ring. Fair and square. No whiners or sore losers. Agreed?” Newt offered as a solution.

“Nah. If I’m fighting anyone in that ring, it’s gonna be Y/N. No one disrespects me around here.”

“Let’s go shuckface,” I taunted. While Gally was stubby and strong, I was slim and agile.  

“Y/N he’s not-”

“Butt out Minho,” I warned, pissed off that the last person I’d expected to not support me was doing just that. Walking outside of the tent and into the sand ring, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous at the fact that not only was I defending myself, but Minho as well. I was fighting for him.

“I’m not goin’ easy on you this time Y/N,” he eyed cockily. “Could’ve avoided this in the first place by being more- compliant.”

Swinging at my face, I ducked just in time to swoop under his arm and kick him from the back, grinning at the satisfying sound of him landing in the sand. Throwing punches aimlessly, he managed to land a hit on the left side of my cheek, definitely leaving a bruise.

As I glanced over to where Minho was standing, I noticed that Newt and Thomas had to pull Minho back by his shoulders as he tried his best not to interfere with the match.

Landing a hit square on his jaw, he stumbled a few steps, giving me the perfect opportunity to knee him where God only meant to be treated nicely.

I heard a roar of cheers and congratulatory pats on the back, walking back into the tent. The boys went back to dancing around the fire with their stupid drinks, and I was left to clean up after their half-eaten mess.

I heard a light rustling of leaves and turned around to see Minho looking somewhat solemn. Did I do something wrong?

“Follow me,” he said coldly. Jogging outside of the tent, I walked behind him into the medjack hut and was sat down.

“What are you-”

I hissed in pain as an alcohol soaked cloth was pressed against my cheek.

“He really got you good, didn’t he?” Minho chuckled lightly.

“I can do it myself-” I seethed.

“Oh really?”

Sighing in defeat, he resumed the process of applying the right medication to the wound.

“Why didn’t you stay quiet? You shouldn’t have said anything in the first place,” I scolded lightly.

“I got tired of seeing him push you around. It ain’t right for anyone to be treated like that.”

Listening to his soothing voice, the warmth from his hands felt like home as they were rubbing against my cheek, soothing the bruise.

“You still shouldn’t have said anything. What if you got hurt?”

“But you did,” he said, raising his voice lightly. “I should’ve gotten punched in the face, not you. Why are you so stupid sometimes Y/N? Just let me-”

When I pressed my lips against his with my hands on his arms, I felt him relax under my touch, smiling a little when his hands gripped the sides of my face.

Unable to form words, he pushed me down onto the mattress and we began kissing again.

“I can take care of myself. Not all the time, but most of the time. And I know that when I’m not able to, you’ll be there for me, and I for you,” I surrendered. “Okay?”

Instead replying, he latched his lips onto mine and grinned like a 3-year old in a candy store.

“I like that…” he smiled.


Okay…So I’m just gonna let this all out how I feel about THIS ^^^^^ man right now……

GOD OF HOLY HIGH!!!!! You know DAMN!! well that God took his ABSOLUTE TIME🙌🙌🙌to create THIS SEXY MAKING MY PUSSY WET💦💦💦💦 SAMOAN OF A MAN!!!

And if you don’t know him his name is Roman ‘making every girl pussy wet’ Reigns #Callmeathrisyhoeplz #FUCKMEBIGDADDY! 👅❤💦😍😭

Jesus can I just say this …….That tattoo, tongue, eyes, and that hair…..FUCK ME PLZ!!😭😭💦💦💦💦

Like this SEXY BEAST!! Like I can’t FUCKING EVEN RIGHT NOW!!! *Walk away trying to cool the fuck off and also try not to die of thirst*

AND WHEN HE STARTS TALKIN- *screaming of thirst* it’s like EVERYONE 👏 SHUT👏 THE👏 FUCK 👏UP 👏AN👏 ANGLE👏 OF 👏SEXY👏 IS👏 TALKING!!!!👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

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AND HIS SASS!!?!!???😬😬😬😬 He can snatch a weave with his sassy sexy ass💁😭😍

Like we don’t even deserve him cause he is so PRECIOUS!!!!😭😭😭🙌🙌😍😍❤❤💦💦

Doctor Difficulties (Simon Request)

It was difficult being a doctor. You rarely got time to relax and you were always thinking about the next patient or the next problem. A lack of sleep and a long shift hardly made you your best. However, in your holiday from work, you’d planned to relax with your boyfriend as much as possible. Playing video games, watching Netflix, filming videos. But with Simon as your boyfriend, his first plan for your first day off was to go to the pitch with some of the boys and play some football. In all fairness, you loved the game but that made no change to the fact that you were secretly shattered and wanted nothing more than your bed. He was excited for today and you didn’t want to disappoint him. Even if work had been getting a bit too stressful recently…
“Yo guys what’s going on and today I’m here with some of the guys” Simon begins loudly for his video, “And the better looking of all of us, my girlfriend!” He grins, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind.
“Ughh you two need to get a room” Manny jokes in a feminine voice, a reference to the very jealous fangirls that didn’t approve of Simon’s love for you.
“Alright so today we’re using this blindfold and this course to make complete idiots of ourselves” He cheers before the video would cut to his simple explanation of how things would work.
After Tobi and Ethan both go, its your turn. It seemed simple to the naked eye. Put the blindfold on, dribble round some cones, do 10 spins with the ball at your feet before trying to blindly run past a defender and score a goal.
“And go!” Tobi exclaims to start your time.
You succeed at first. The dribbling goes okay even if you do hit into a few… maybe all of the cones…
And then your spins. You had never been one to handle things like this very well and became dizzy very easily.
After four spins you could already feel it. Oh god, this wouldnt go well. Sleep deprived and not containing near as much food as you should’ve done for the past couple of weeks, you could feel the lightheaded MOX begin to stir.
Once the boys call ten, you attempt to run forward. Only to trip over the ball and smash straight into something very solid- sending it and you crashing to the floor.
“Oh fuck!” You hear the boys shout as you fumble to take off the material over your eyes.
Whilst your eyes quickly adjust to the light, you see Simon on the floor beside you, gripping his leg with what looked like a near-agonising pain.
“Holy shit, are you okay man?” Tobi asks instantly.
“Fuck” Simon winces, trying to sit up but failing.
“What hurts?” You ask quickly, your doctor side kicking in.
Your boyfriend points to the bottom of his leg, near to the ankle and grimaces as you place your hands on it.
“Okay can you move it?”
“No, it kills babe” He manages to say.
You notice the lack of reaction from the boys now which seems evidently strange to you…
“Alright take deep breaths okay? I’m gonna need you to try to sit up” You nod with a calming tone to your voice.
“Aww its cute seeing you in doctor mode” He chuckles, a smile appearing on his pink lips.
“What?” You question with a sudden sour taste.
Simon laughs that laugh that he does which you usually find irresistibly adorable but this time its the opposite.
“Go fuck yourself Minter” You state, tossing the blindfold onto his stomach before turning on your heel and walking towards the gate of the pitch.
“(Y/n)!” He calls after you but obviously has no reaction from you.
It wasn’t that you were annoyed that he pranked you. He usually would attack you with silly string or order the wrong spice at Nandos so your food was far too spicy. It was generally just a continued joke between the pair of you but that was too far. The agony on his face had boiled a mix of horror, worry and guilt in your stomach. The panic of your breathing sent an even worse spin in your head than any amount of dizziness could have done. You were tired. You didn’t need this.
“(Y/n) come on,” Simon speaks up as he catches up behind you after evidently running to meet you.
You sigh and allow him to cautiously turn you to face him.
“What happened?” He frowns, knowing you never got annoyed about pranks- not this annoyed.
“I don’t want to talk Simon” You shake your head, looking down.
“Babe,” He says with such worry in his voice you’re struggling to not look into his eyes, “I didn’t think you’d get upset. I was just messing around”
“I know” You nod.
“Then what’s going on?” He questions, “You haven’t been yourself for the past couple of weeks. I thought having a kick around with the boys might make you feel better”
“I know that too" You respond, “Its just work Simon. Everything’s getting a bit much now”
“How so?” He frowns.
“I’m working 14 hour shifts where I’m constantly rushing around, I’m seeing patients that I can’t even help and then I’m coming home not being able to sleep because I’m thinking about it too much” You explain, “And seeing you hurt…”
“Hey hey” He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you, “I’m just being a dickhead. There’s nothing wrong with me” He chuckles, allowing you to feel the rumble in his chest, “You’ve got a couple of weeks off now okay? Those other doctors know what they’re doing and they’re gonna be fine. Meanwhile, you need to take a break"
“Doctors hear that all the time” You point out.
“Then listen to it!” He responds, “If that means you sleeping all day then sleep until its dark. If that means eating pizza at midnight in bed then we’ll order a Papa John’s. Anything you want”
You smile and look up at him.
“Just stop being so hard on yourself babygirl” He brushes some hair from your face, “And I’ll try not to prank you again”
You reach up to your tiptoes as though you’re about to kiss him and notice his eyes flutter shut, “Pull another stunt like that and I’ll make sure I definitely injure your leg next time”
You grin and walk off, back to the pitch.
“Oh so the doctor’s got sass has she?” He raises his brows, running up behind you and lifting you up with your legs flailing, “Nice try”

anonymous asked:

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

look nonnymoose (if that is your real name) i dont know if you were aware but despite being raised as a jedi im not really talented with the force so i cant see the future or anything. thatz more of that jerk heskal’s gig. dont get me wrong im amazing & super duper awesome & the best spy evar. who needs the force anyway? not me! 

now if you’ll excuse me i need to get this piece of dust out of my eye. 

Push and Pull

Tcoe making up for sassing you, and that hairpulling thing he’s got.

Word count/Warnings: 3,380 || grooming/shaving kink, swearing, graphic depictions of sex, passing mentions of food
A/N: For @roosterteethrambles she literally asked for this. Coe smut just for you.

You weren’t sure you wanted to know how your boyfriend ended up covered in so much makeup and fake blood. Well, why, rather, since he made for an incredibly pretty extra for his production company’s shows and shorts. “Hold still you mongrel.”

You didn’t think about pulling his head back up to expose his face to the light so you could continue carefully peeling away prosthetics from his face so he wouldn’t be stuck shaving. “Ah, come on, babe, you know what that shit does to me.”

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Have some Bunkuni to go with the Bunrugi. He got his carrot back. ♡

 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUNKUNIIIII!!!!!! He’s so sass!!!! AHAHAHAH!! I need fricking acrylics of these baby boys JEJESUS.AND TSURUBUN STEALING THE CARROT. AAAHHH I need to draw comics of these cutie baby beans now! Bless these so much!! Thank you thank you thank you!

     Please check out @kyuuin‘s blog for more amazing arts. I’m just gonna… go squishle the heck out of these cuties.

Magnetic Chapter 29: Domestic

Dean Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary:  After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Waking up the next morning, it took you a moment to realize where you were. The bed was soft, a lot softer than yours. It’s memory foam cushioned your hip, but your chest and head were placed on something firm and solid, with a heavy weight over your back, your legs tangled with someone else’s.

Peeking an eye open, you could just make out the stubble beginning to grow on Dean’s chin, the way his chest still moved up and down slowly as he still slept. His arm was wrapped tightly around you, holding you close to his chest, his hand splayed protectively across your back. You could grow accustomed to waking up this way, safe and warm in his arms.

Seeing the clock on the nightstand flashing 8:30, you carefully slid out from under his arm, watching as he shifted on the bed as soon as you were gone. It gave you a chance to really look at him. With his freckles all along his nose, and his full lashes dusting his cheeks, he looked so much younger asleep. Less beaten and road weary, he didn’t look like the deadly hunter he truly was.

Slipping out of the room, you made your way towards the kitchen, already smelling the coffee brewing. Greeting Sam as you walked inside, you poured yourself a cup of coffee before sitting down across from him. 

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Teen Wolf Imagine- The Worst Day Ever

Today was defiantly not your day. You woke up, strangely without your boyfriend lying next to you. You sat up to see the alarm clock, shit you were an hour late for school. There was a note on the bedside table, you read it and couldn’t help but scoff, ‘Your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up, if you’re late there’s a fake doctors note on the kitchen table, love Isaac x’ You jumped out of bed and brushed your teeth. It wasn’t long until you realised you left your bag of clean clothes along with your hairbrush at home. Just great, you pulled out one of Isaac’s flannel shirts that he doesn’t wear, rather than going with the alternative of a V-neck and cardigan. You quickly pulled on a pair of black leggings you left in his wardrobe and a pair of white converse. You barley had enough time to comb your hair with Isaac’s old one, your hair wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t particularly good. You grabbed your purse, not worrying about breakfast. Which was a stupid idea because you not only had to walk all the way to school on an empty stomach but you also forgot to get the note, earning you an hour detention on Friday. You had a strong feeling that the rest of the day wouldn’t have much else to offer.

You got there, with 45 minutes left of your second period. You strolled in coaches room, ignoring his sarcastic comment on how it was a miracle for you to be alive, you were too busy glaring at Scott and Stiles’ faces and how they were trying not to laugh from behind their hands. Conveniently, today was the only day you had lessons that all had at least one pack member in. This was clearly going to be the joke of the day between you all. “Y/L/N, you’re so profoundly late I have no idea why you bothered showing up. Now I have to explain everything all over again so I don’t have to listen to you ask questions for the next god knows how long” Coach lectured. “As much as I enjoy our little chats, I’ll take a rain check. I’m sure my dearest friends here can fill me in while you return to that water over there, which is clearly vodka” you gave a sarcastic smile, which he returned. As much as he pretended, he loved being out sassed by you every lesson. “You’ve got quite the get up there” Stiles laughed, referring to the oversized top and look of destain you had going on. “Clearly you’d know a good flannel when you see it” you replied, not meaning for him to take it as a compliment, which he did. “I’m sorry about leaving you asleep but me and Isaac as a joint supernatural force couldn't move you from that bed” Scott said, still containing a laugh. “My dearest cousin Scott, how I would love to kick your ass right now” you claimed. “How I am sure you would” he smiled, handing you the notes on the assignment. “Y/N, I can hear your sarcasm from here and its making my brain hurt” Coach whined from his desk. “That’ll be the hangover sir” you retort. But before he could say anything back he was distracted by Greenburg and his audacity to click his pen more than twice in a minute. The bell finally went off, you began to pack your things away but coach had an announcement first, “Hang on you bunch of delinquents, anyone who has their free period straight after break has to take a mandatory cooking class. I would tell you why but I wont because I stopped listening during staff debriefing this morning-” he began to ramble. “Great that’s me” you huffed. “Same” Stiles voiced. You definitely were not looking forward to that.

Break was the perfect time for you to kill your boyfriend and to discuss your weekend plans with Lydia and Allison. “Heyy guys” Stiles beamed as you met up with the other half of the pack. You sat opposite Isaac, he was clearly trying to avoid your death stare. “Y/N, what the hell happened to you?” Lydia asked in pure shock. “You don’t even want to know” you said, shaking your head. “At least you look hot in my shirt” Isaac complimented, glancing timidly at you. “Don't” you said, through gritted teeth. “Technically it’s not his fault, you’re the one that didn’t wake up” Allison tried to help. “Well he’s the one that kept me up all night” you remarked. It took them a second, before Scott and Stiles pulled a disgusted face and the girls an approving one. “It was worth it” Isaac smirked, causing you to kick him under the table. “Dude that’s my cousin” Scott said, now also glaring at him. “Anyway, did you hear about the whole cooking thing” Lydia sighed. “Yeah, we have it next” Stiles said, gesturing between you and him. “Thank god, at least I wont be with random idiots incapable of cooking” Lydia said in relief.

“You two are a pair of idiots, incapable of cooking” Lydia said in clear frustration. “I think it’s going pretty well” Stiles said proudly. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it” you agreed. You took a step back to realise the utter mess you two made, who knew making dessert could be so hard without a recipe. “I’ll re-make this, just start melting the chocolate” Lydia said, trying to keep herself calm. You and Stiles both fumbled for the large chocolate bar, taking a piece each before she noticed. You reached over and picked up the first pan you saw in the cupboard, not knowing what the different ones were for. You both broke the pieces up and put them in the pan, you left Stiles to work out the right temperature on the stove. You turned around for second, until you heard Stiles erupt into laughter. “What?” you asked sharply. “ You’ve got two handprints on your bum” he said between laughs. Great you must of got flour on your leggings when you pulled them up earlier. “Is it coming off?” you asked, brushing it. Normally you’d be offended if a guy looked at your bum, but it was Stiles he was practically your brother. “Sure” he lied. “Shit Stiles, the pan’s overflowing!” you shouted, as you both stumbled over to it. This drew Lydia’s attention back over to you both, “You used an egg pan to melt chocolate?” she asked, also shouting. This group cooking project wasn’t going too well. You dipped your finger in the over spilled chocolate, it was a good idea to have a cheeky finger lick in all the commotion. That was until you realised it was scorching hot and you burned your finger. You ran over to the tap, putting your finger under it. “Y/N, you’ll heal in like 4 seconds, come here and help” Stiles demanded, while Lydia wiped the flour from her hands quickly with a tea towel. The scent of burning filled the room, along with the sound of you three shouting at each other. By now you had racked up an audience of bewildered students. “Stiles turn the heat off” you exclaimed, as Lydia wafted away the smoke before the fire alarm went off. Stiles, forgot which way to turn the dial. Resulting in him turning it up and a flame blazing up for a second. Eventually it all died down and the three of you slid down onto the floor. “Well on the bright side, no one got hurt” you said slowly. “Erm guys” Stiles squeaked. You and Lydia turned to look at him and instantly covered your mouths. “Notice anything different?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space above his left eye. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, you were laughing so hard you had to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Half of my eyebrow has been singed off!!” Stiles raised his voice, causing you to laugh even more. “Do the three of you care to explain?” the teacher demanded, rather than asked. “Ermm…no…?” you winced.

The three of you were let out of the principals office just in time for lunch. You’d been let off pretty lightly considering the collateral damage you caused. The only difference was that you had a double detention on Friday instead. You joined your friends on your lunch table, this time Isaac had saved a seat next to him. You sat down and he kissed your cheek, making your blush slightly. “Why aren’t you three eating? And why are you holding your eyebrow?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to know” Lydia said this time, shaking her head. “How’s Boyd holding up, after, you know…” you asked, after noticing he wasn’t at school again. “He’s hurting, but don’t worry about it, he’ll be okay” Isaac said, squeezing your hand. “Derek’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Allison asked. Scott simply nod his head to confirm, while taking a bite out of his sandwich. “ Seriously, why are you holding your eyebrow?” Isaac asked intrigued. “He burnt it off” Lydia said bluntly. “You have to show us” Allison said excitedly. Stiles grumbled before moving his hand slowly, causing you all this time to burst out laughing. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more like a spaz” Isaac claimed. “Well, I think you look smoakin Stiles” Allison grinned. “I know, he’s too hot to handle” Scott added. Lydia was trying so hard to hide her smile, because she was still pretending to be mad. “Cut him some slack, there’s no need to, roast” you said, purposely cringey. “ You guys make me sick” he seethed. You all smiled sarcastically. Isaac fed you a grape and kissed you, before you all went to your final two periods.

When you made it to the last lesson of the day, you were physically and emotionally drained. Werewolf or not, you weren’t prepared for todays antics. You had English class, with Scott, Isaac, Allison and of course the twins. They were on wined up duty, even after the chaotic day you’d all already had. They’d took apart their bikes and were purposely teasing them, which included Isaac getting his own back, getting Aiden suspended. However, while you were all standing outside of the classroom you luckily bumped into your gym teacher who was just walking by. “Y/N, glad I caught you” she said casually, even though you were hiding behind Isaac and she never normally walks to the top floor. You huffed and trudged over to her with your friends childishly sniggering, you turned around to tell them to cut it out, all you got was a kiss blown at you by Isaac . “You skipped another one of my lessons, that is the third time so I’m going to issue you a detention” she said falsely. Three in a day, it couldn’t get any worse. “When is it?” you asked with an eye roll. “This Friday” she answered. “I already have two that day”  you groaned. “Well now you have three” she retort, clicking her pen and walking away with her clipboard of names in check. Yes, it could get worse.

“Stiles, Shut up!” you shouted. He had been annoying you all day. “Could you just ask her please” he plead. “No, and even if I did ask her, she would say no!” you were becoming impatient with him. He had been asking you all day about Lydia, he wanted you to ask if she wanted to go on a date with him, even though she was occupied by Aiden. “Ask her yourself!” you huffed. Luckily you lived opposite ways to him so you could avoid him on the walk home. You were about a block away from your house when you heard someone honking behind you. “You’re fucking kidding me“ you turned around to see Stiles in his jeep. Maybe if you ignored him he would go away, you turned around and began walking. He started to drive beside you. "Y/N!” he started shouting out of his car window. Just then Allison caught up with you. “Why is Stiles so desperate to talk to you?” she asked laughing. She looked at you before realising your eyes had turned gold. “Stiles, Stop, her eyes” she shouted while making sure no one was around. Stiles seemed to ignore her warning and proceeded to aggravate you. “Stiles an out of control werewolf is pretty terrifying, for you anyway” Allison exclaimed. “Right” Stiles said awkwardly, he stopped the car in the middle of the empty road and rushed out. “Just calm down” Allison said anxiously. “Take deep breaths” Stiles said, trying to help. You were breathing heavily and your eyes turned back to their original colour. There was a moment of silence and relief. “Soo… is asking Lydia a definite no or…” Stiles asked. You let out a low growl, as a final warning. He held his hands up to surrender. “Are we still on for the pack pizza party later?” he asked, mainly to break the tension. “Ill be there at seven, eat all of the pizza again before I get there Stiles and I’ll break your arm” you retort, continuing to walk home. “Love you too” he shouted to you. You shook your head smiling, flipping him off from over your shoulder. As much as you hated him, you loved that hyperactive goofball.

You decided to have the get together in Lydia’s house, rather than at Derek’s loft or at yours and Scott’s. You arrived later on because you had to finish your math homework for tomorrow anyway. When you got there, Stiles did actually leave you some pizza for once, your bad luck must of ended, or because you were going to kill him earlier. You sat next to Isaac and he put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Do you want to go back to Scott’s after the film? The others are staying here tonight” he said. “I just need my bed” you answered. He nod and you all got settled for the film. Due to Derek being the guest of honour he got to choose the film, as usual he picked an old action movie that sent most of you to sleep within half an hour, including himself. You forced yourself to stay awake so you could get home in time to have a shower. But as soon as you got back you flopped onto your bed, you couldn’t be bothered to shower, there was always the morning. You did brush your teeth and get changed first though. Isaac was about to turn your bedroom light off when he glanced over to your desk. “Y/N” he said softly. “What?” you asked, waiting to cuddle him. “You’ve erm, you’ve done all the wrong math questions” he said, trying not to laugh. “I. Hate. My. Life.” you whined slowly. This was the worst day you’ve ever had.

I know this was quite long, but I hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end. Requests are open x

You Drive Me Crazy (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: May I please request a star lord one shot where you and Peter really hate each other and you always disobey his orders and you’re both constantly fight but there’s lots of sexual tension and one day you and him get trapped in the ship and you’re yelling at him and he’s had enough and smutty smut where we get dominant star lord? Thank you you soooo much oh and btw I ADORE YOUR WRITING💕/hiiii, so idek how to say this but i really want a ‘bad girl’ and spanking/daddy kink going on with our sexy star-dork, i meant, star-lord. let’s make it very rough and animalistic. oh god i need help im sorry im awkward. thank you so much and im a fan of your work :)

Warnings: smut, language, orgasm denial, daddy!kink, spanking, overall roughness

Words: 2836

i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in like 10 years but here ya go! enjoy!


The loud slam of your door echoed through the ship. God, you needed to either punch something or scream. He was so goddamn infuriating and you were reaching your breaking point. Peter was always on your ass about something and he was especially pissy today just because you didn’t listen to him on the mission.

Essentially, your plan was much better than his. But because he was the great Star Lord and everything had to go his way or else he’d throw a bitch fit, you went with his idea. Basically, you were sent out to stop some group of galactic douchebags who were on a rampage planet over planet, stealing and murdering innocent people. Their leader was an easy target, for he was obnoxious and gaudy whenever he made his appearance.

“Stay behind and wait for the signal,” Peter ordered. You rolled your eyes, but cooperated and got into place with him behind the grimy dumpster. However, the leader came stumbling out of the bar he was currently pillaging. He was obviously inebriated, judging by his slightly greened, yellow skin and the sloppy smile painted across his face. And, there were also only three of his bodyguards with him. There couldn’t have been a more golden opportunity.

Moving to charge at them, Peter stopped you by grabbing your ankle. He was still crouched on the ground and he shot you warning look that let you know if you did this, you’d be in trouble later. Deep down, you relished in pissing him off, so you silently blew him a kiss and slipped out from behind your hiding place.

It was almost too easy enough taking them down. A few good punches and a swift kick to the groin later, they were all whining on the ground like newborns babies. Even though you’d earned yourself a nice bruise to the cheek, you grinned valiantly in Peter’s direction. However, the loud bang of the bar door being kicked open made you jump and, once the rest of the group saw their leader was on unconscious on the ground with you standing over him, and all out warfare began. You were lucky enough to dodge the first few blasts of gunfire and run back behind the dumpster as the Guardians shot back.

Once the firing had stopped and bodies lied splayed across the ground, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair calmingly. Your wrist was gripped tightly by none other that Quill, who pulled you up harshly from your stooped position into a standing one.

“What the hell happened to the plan?” he gritted. You tried pulling your hand away but he was stronger, especially when he was angry.

“I improvised,” you replied coolly. This time, you were successful in ripping your arm back and you turned on your heel before walking away. Usually, this was his cue to shut up and drop it. But, when you heard his heavy footsteps behind you and felt his taut grip on your upper arm, it seemed as though this was far from over.

“Don’t walk away from me!” he yelled, stopping you in place. Your eyes widened slightly at the volume of his voice, for he was never one to really yell, but you quickly recouped yourself. “I am sick and tired of you not listening to me! You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep pulling stupid shit like this!”

To be fair, he was right. You didn’t listen to him or anyone for that matter. Taking orders from someone else was something you rarely did and, because of that fact, there were always problems between Peter and yourself. He wanted to control you, you didn’t want to be controlled.

“Back off, Star Bitch,” you fought back, using that name you knew he loathed. “I took him down just like I was supposed to. What more do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop acting like a bratty little kid and take orders properly!” He stepped closer to you in an attempt to be intimidating. You moved even closer, unafraid while almost completely closing the space between you two.

“I don’t need to take orders from anyone, especially you!”

Peter’s glare was hard, eyes narrowed and ablaze. You weren’t scared of him whatsoever and definitely weren’t going to be talked down to like you were born yesterday. The bickering and fighting continued all the way back to the ship and was only interrupted when the talking tree said his only line.

“I am Groot.”

“Haha, I was thinking the same thing,” Rocket laughed. Simultaneously, you and Peter both directed your daggering glances from each other to the small raccoon. He held his paws up in defense and shook his head, still chuckling obnoxiously. “Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t say it.”

“Then what did he say?” you demanded.

“That you two should just do it already.” Unintentionally, your jaw dropped at the insane thought. You, luckily, were able to fight down the heat that threatened to crawl up your cheeks and come up with something to say back so you didn’t look as dumbfounded as you felt.

“Sorry, but huge asshole isn’t my type.”

“Well, aggravating bitch isn’t mine,” Peter retorted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, storming back to your bunk. This was always happening, but it’d never gone this far. Anger boiled deep within you and your mind wandered around murder and how to get away with it.  There suddenly was a loud pounding at your door and you groaned loudly as you were forced to get up. After maliciously flinging the door open the door, it was none other than Quill again.

“And by the way- whoa!” He was cut off short by his body being forced in a collision with yours. Losing your balance, the both of you fell to the ground in a heap with the weight of his body almost crushing you completely. You caught a glimpse of Drax before the the door slammed shut, meaning he was the one who pushed him, and a heavy click followed. Shoving Peter off, you got up and went to open the door. When you pressed the button, and an ear piercing hiss was heard. Judging by the sound, someone must’ve rewired your door to lock from the outside and you resorted to pounding your hands against it.

“Let us out!” you called, still thumping your palms against the exit.

“Oh no, neither of you are getting out of there until you make up… or make out,” Rocket announced through the door. You faintly heard him snicker to himself before he continued. “Seriously though, you guys are giving us all a headache.”

“If you don’t let us out of here, I swear I’m going to skin you alive,” you threatened, desperate to leave this confined space. Especially when Peter was in there with you.

“We’ll be back later and if you have to go, try holding it in. Have fun!”

“Rocket!” you screamed. Giving up, you turned around and leaned back against the door, sliding down into a slump on the floor.

You went for God knows how long without talking. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? The concept of time seemed to disappear more and more as the tension grew the same. Finally, he spoke.

“This is all your fault,” Peter muttered to himself, now lounging like a fat cat on top of your bed. How dare he?

“You got something to say, Star Bitch?” you sassed, getting up from your seated position. You strutted over to the bed where he lied lazily with his hands folded behind his head and you put your own hands on your hips. At the mention of the nickname he hated, Quill glared up at you and sat up.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I do. This is all your fault,” he repeated while standing up so he could tower over you.

“Please elaborate for me.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, if you listened to me for once in your goddamn life,” he explained condescendingly whilst taking steps forward, urging you to step back, “none of this would’ve happened.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, you can kiss my ass.” And with that, you pushed past him and went to sit on your bed, arms folded under your chest. However, he quickly pulled you up from your seated position and slammed you against the wall, holding your wrists down so you couldn’t move. His movements were fast and, on impact, almost knocked the wind out of your lungs. “Get your hands of me you piece of-”

You were cut off short by his lips pressed in a bruising kiss against yours. It was astonishing, for it was the last thing you expected. A war raged within your mind, battling between whether to still be angry or not. It was very confusing. You welcomed yelling and screaming, maybe even some hitting, but this newfound intimacy was shocking. And judging by the growing warmth in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t completely dissatisfied with it. An unintentional moan escaped your throat as your eyes fluttered closed and you finally joining in the kiss.

Your wrists were still pinned against the wall so you unable to touch him and his grip tightened even more as he moved to nip sensually at your neck. Gasping as his teeth sunk into your delicate flesh, he sucked a mark then move to whisper against your ear.

“You need to learn how to listen and not be so defiant,” he muttered, his voice an octave lower than usual, “and, obviously, I’m gonna be the one to have to teach you.”

Even though his tone was an enormous turn on, his words themselves were not. Something in the back of your mind still didn’t sit well with obeying him, but you played along with his little game anyways.

“Now,” he began as he released your hands to grab your ass instead, “what was it you were about to call me?” You hesitated, debating on whether or not to actually tell him you were going to call him a piece of shit. But he was impatient and demanded your answer by pressing his thigh against your pant-clad, yet heated, core. You threw your head back against the wall and began melting slowly. “Answer me.”

“Daddy,” you moaned, not actually meaning to call him that. As soon as it slipped out, you immediately felt embarrassed and awaited a snarky remark about your secret kink.

“That’s more like it,” he hummed. This whole experience was just surprise after surprise and, to be honest, you didn’t want it to stop. “Anything I say, you do and you ask for permission otherwise. Understand?”



“Yes,” you corrected yourself. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Go over to the bed.”

You wanted to put up a fight, you wanted to give him a hard time but your legs were already shuffling towards his desired spot. He strutted up behind you and moved your hair to one side to leave rough kiss on the nape of your neck. His lips smirked against your skin when you moaned and Quill forced you onto the bed on your hands and knees. You kept your face forward and suddenly felt your pants being tugged past your hips, consequently exposing your butt to the mild air of the vessel. His fingers traced the curve of your bottom and you shivered with delight, feeling yourself getting wetter with anticipation.

“Count them,” he ordered. Before you could question what he meant, a hard slap made contact with your skin. It stung badly but he soothed it over with the palm of his hand.

“One,” you said, breathing uneven. Smack after smack after smack, your cheeks turning bright red under his hard touch. You were at 13 now and you could barely take anymore. Peter could tell by your heavy pants that you were though and flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft mattress.

Peter took his jacket off and threw it across the room a little too dramatically. It fell into the corner with a loud thud and you would’ve laughed at his over-intense attitude had your clothes not been practically being ripped off.

Your top was ripped over your head, your bra snapped open, your pants pulled off your legs, leaving you only in your panties. In the heat of the moment, you forgot the rules and tried pulling at his soft cotton shirt. Quill stopped, smacking your hands away and grabbing your jaw to make your look at him. His eyes were cold and serious and you felt anxious as you lie naked underneath him.

“What did I say?” he asked harshly.

“Anything you say, I do and I ask for permission otherwise,” you repeated his words from before meekly.

“Good girl. And did you ask permission to take off my clothes?”

“Peter, c’mon, I-”

“Excuse me?”

“Daddy, please. I want you,” you begged. Your body was hot and on fire, for all you wanted was him. It was taking too long and patience wasn’t one of your virtues. He began trailing kisses down your body and you shivered under each one. His teeth grazed over your hip bone as his finger hooked under the waistband of your underwear. Then, he pried you thighs open, holding your legs tightly in place and exposing your wetness.

Peter nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the scruff of his beard slightly tickling you.

“Daddy,” you pleaded again, desperate for something. He chuckled a little to himself before ghosting his tongue all the way up your pussy, getting a full taste. You gasped at the terrific sensation, which egged him on. He sucked on your clit, licked patterns around and dipped his tongue inside you. My God, he was good at this. It seemed as though he was everywhere at once, a climax slowly consuming you. Your lower stomach burned with need and you called out his name, so close to it. Then he pulled away completely. You looked down to see his that stupid smirk he always wore. He crawled up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“It’s about time I make you as frustrated as you make me. You don’t come until I say so.”

“God, Peter, I swear- oh!” He curled his fingers inside you, stroking your g-spot with each pump. Just like before, you were at the edge only to be left there without release when he pulled away again. It took everything in you not to just finish yourself off, but you waited as best you could as you watched him remove his garments. You reveled in his incredible physique, his line of work keeping him in amazing shape.

Then he pounced on you, completely nude with a striking erection. His muscles were robust, his body hard against yours. He smelled of his masculine cologne and intoxicating musk that you could get used to. You waited for it, the sweetness you’d feel when he was finally giving it to you, but it never came. Instead, he littered your neck with kisses and bites which, while it was enjoyable, you wanted to cherry on top.

“Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please,” you whined. He grinned against you skin then moved to nibble on your ear.

“Are you gonna listen to me from now on? Be a good girl for me?” he bargained. When the words ‘good girl’ fell from his lips, your hunger only grew more insatiable. You’d never nodded harder in your life and as soon as you agreed, because you knew he wanted it too, he thrust into you. A loud moan was heard on your part and you were thankful everyone was gone or else they would’ve surely heard it.

His cock was thick and filled you perfectly. Peter started off slow, then picked up and an incredible pace. You were already so close, but you held out the best you could. His skin was dewy and you wanted to lick every inch of it.

“Daddy, please can I?” you breathed needily.

“Go ahead, babygirl.” In a matter of second, with the help of that little pet name, you were shouting his name to the rooftops as you finally got what you wanted. Heat flashes and stars consumed you as you exhaled, feeling all the tension wash away. Quill came too, a heavy grunt and a ‘fuck’ enacted from him.

He rolled down next to you, both of you sweaty and sticky but satisfied completely. About 2 minutes later, the same loud click from before was heard and you had just enough time to cover your exposed body before Rocket strolled in with a grossed out look on his face.

“So, I see you two… made up,” he hesitated. You couldn’t help laughing a little and Peter joined in. Rocket groaned and turned to leave. “You humans are so disgusting, I swear…”

Reasons I think Fablehaven is a grossly underappreciated series

I’ve been a huge fan of this series ever since my parents bought me the books about 8 years ago or so, but sadly, in the light of the final novels for the Harry Potter series making their debut, other fantasy novels were lost to the wind in the tidal wave of fame HP received. So I’m just going to make a big appreciation post for one of the greatest novel series of all time (in my opinion - and I’m going to keep it as spoiler free as possible). If you read this series, or heard of it, you might understand what I talk about, and you are now my friend.

Here’s a list of things that, as a writer, I appreciate:

  • The story context. The idea of a preserve for magical creatures is just baller, okay? Tell me that doesn’t sound epic.
  • The protagonists. Not only are there two main protagonists, who share the attention of the plotline equally, but they are also SIBLINGS. The brother, Seth, is a bit of a troublemaker, and is the catalyst for a lot of crazy interactions (though he rarely takes things too far if he can help it). He’s got high levels of sass, and his lines are some of the best I’ve ever seen in writing. He’s enjoyable, but also knows when it’s time to cut the crap. Since he’s rarely serious, that makes the impact all the greater when he DOES get his act together. Kendra, the older sister by one year, is a stickler for keeping to the rules, but will often cave in and follow her brother around at the promise of a little fun, even though most of the time she’s making sure he just doesn’t hurt himself. While more sensitive than her brother in some cases, she’s often the stronger of the two, in that she gets. Sh*t. DONE. It is so rare for me to find novels and written works that have protagonists who are also close siblings and maintain their relationship as brother and sister realistically throughout the series, and their personalities bounce off of each other SO WELL. They’re easy to follow, but still intelligent. A good balance that respects the characters as well as the reader for not dumbing down their speech when unnecessary.
  • The writing. The style is beautiful, it absolutely paints pictures in your head. Which is great, since actual illustrations are hardly ever present in the book - only 2-3 full-page images per book that aren’t the small titlecards to the chapter at the top of the page, which only serve the purpose of showing the location of the current chapter. A lot of care and attention went into the writing of these novels - the pacing is perfect to keep you absorbed and not bore you, but also not too fast so as to be throwing things at you when you need a break from the insanity. And trust me. There will be insanity.
  • The Fables. They’re not technically called ‘Fables’ in the books, it’s just easier for me to call them that - in reality, I’m referring to EVERY SINGLE FANTASTICAL CREATURE. Not just the classics - demons, dragons, fairies, centaurs - but also the incredible variety and the sheer scale of it all. Fablehaven incorporates legends from all over the world, it truly gives you the feeling that there is magic everywhere, to the point where you almost can’t escape it. I swear to god, I started checking everywhere to look for magical animals when I was done reading these novels, and I was sixteen when I finished them - these books are that good, people. Egyptian/African mythological creatures? Got ‘em. Native American legends? Those too. Australian terrors? Yep. Nordic mythical creatures? Absolutely. Outlandish and surreal new monsters you haven’t thought of? Definitely. You want it? Fablehaven probably has it.
  • The risk. There is no pussyfooting around with this series. They establish right away in the very first book that literally anything can kill you. ANYTHING. Clay golem = deadly as hell. Water nymphs = oh their goal in life is to kill you because it’s ‘funny’. Fairies = mess with them, they will wreck your shit. Cursed plants = have been known to leave no survivors. Floating balloon-like bulbs = yeah those are filled with an extremely acidic gas that will fill the air instantly and melt you like butter if they pop, which can happen if you so much as touch them. The sense of danger being everywhere is very potent, and keeps you on edge for something to go down all the time.
  • The villains. Oh, there’s no way in hell I’m telling you who the villains are. Because you will never see it coming when you find out. Half of the series, you don’t even know who the villains are, and sometimes you even question which is morally right or wrong. Which makes it all the more disturbing when you find out who. But I will tell you this. The villains are some of the most bone-chilling I’ve ever read about, and this is coming from a second-year college student. This isn’t Scooby Doo, kiddies. The author doesn’t BS around and treats it as real life, and by god does it work.
  • The plot twists. Once again, I ain’t telling you jack. You have to find out for yourself. The writers and editors for these books were geniuses. Only when you hit the plot twists and the bombs are dropped on you do you realize that they were being hinted to at all.
  • THE MOTHERF%$#ING DRAGONS. DUDE. Fablehaven has one of the BEST. THE BEST. INTERPRETATION OF DRAGONS I’VE EVER SEEN. Dragons aren’t just beasts to be slain, or ridden like steeds - the dragons are magical beings of incredible power, revered and allowed to live freely in secret magical preserves. Not because they’re hunted, oh no. Because if they were allowed to be released into the world, they would cause massive chaos when attacked by humans who don’t understand them. The dragons are NOT to be trifled with - in fact, if you tried to ride one, they would kill you on the spot. To put a skeleton of one on display is practically blasphemous, so trophy hunters beware. And since their powers vary by species and individual, they aren’t just stereotypical firebreathers. There’s dragons who can turn into human form, there’s dragons who are made entirely of poison to the point where being in the same room as them would be instant death, dragons who can do nothing but turn invisible, even a six-legged Quetzalcoatl-like dragon who breathes a gas that forces people to tell the truth. Just. Mother. F*&^ing. DRAGONS.
  • The Fairy Trader. If you’re not even slightly amused by the fact that the magical preserve owners purchase and trade fairies with an Indiana Jones-type guy whose job is to travel the world and capture rare fairies to swap like Pokemon cards, our friendship is in jeopardy.
  • The drama. The moments when shit starts to get real, I can guarantee you will never forget. I can recall every moment from every book when things started getting heavy and dangerous, practically by heart. I draw a lot of inspiration from them, too. And harkening back to the variety of magical creatures that I mentioned before, that gives me a LOT of great source material from around the world.

And these are just some of the things! I can’t tell you any more of the things I want to gush about because they would be spoilers. But if this post doesn’t at least poke at your interest, well, I enjoyed writing it anyway.

Tactician | Grand Admiral Thrawn | Star Wars (EU)

I blame reading Command Decision for this entirely.

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