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Ephemeral Michael¿ :0c

Ephemeral - lasting a very short time

Michael was in the bathroom. With Jeremy. A part of him wanted nothing more than to hug him, or kiss him, but another part was furious. He just, leaves, and doesn’t say a word to him, and the one moment he gets with him is in a bathroom while he’s drunk off his ass? No fucking way.

Michael stalks forward, pushing against Jeremy’s chest. They lock eyes, and Michael honestly can’t tell want he’s feeling. They used to be able to read each other like a book. What happened? The Squip.

“Squip got your tongue?”

“No, it’s-it’s off.” Michael felt a spark of hope in his chest. He could talk to Jeremy, no optic nerve blocking to get in the way.

“That would explain why you’re talking to me.” He looks down to the side, and breathes deeply, settling his nerves. “I was thinking about this moment, what I was gonna say to you,” he glances back up, “I had this really pissed off monologue, an epic journey through twelve years of friendship.” Jeremy shifts on his feet. Michael loses his train of thought. “What?”

“Nah it’s just…it’s really great to see you man.” Michael shoves that spark of hope back behind his anger and his pain.

“Well it won’t be when you hear what I found out.” Michael gestured with his hands. “This guy I play Warcraft with told me his brother went from a straight d’s student to a freshman at Harvard.” Jeremy perks up a bit, and Michael gets a bit of grim satisfaction that it isn’t gonna go the way Jeremy thinks. “You know where he is now?”

“Really happy and successful?” Michael waits a beat, then finally strikes his main blow.

“He’s in a mental hospital.” Jeremy’s face drops, and Michael presses on. “Totally lost it.”

“Alright, I don’t see how that has to do with me-”

“Think man!” Michael snaps. “We’re talking about an insanely powerful super computer! You think it’s primary function is to get you laid? Who made them? How did they end up in a high school, IN NEW JERSEY!?” Michael threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “Of all possible applications for such a mind-blowingly advanced technology, you ever wonder what it’s doing inside of you?!” Michael huffs as he ends his rant, and Jeremy stares back blankly. The air was tense, and it only got worse as Jeremy tsked.

“And I thought Chloe was jealous.”

“I’m honestly asking!” Couldn’t he see that he was concerned?! That he cared?!

“Oh really? Cuz I think that you’re just pissed that I have one and you don’t.” Was-was he serious? He thought he was jealous? Of a stupid tic tac?

“Come on.” Michael scoffed and Jeremy narrowed his eyes.

“Hey maybe I got lucky alright?! Is that so weird?!” He stepped towards Michael, forcing him to step back with him. “I mean with my history, I would say that the universe owned me one. And look, I don’t know about your ‘friend’s brother whatever’ but if you’re telling me the Squip made him crazy-”

Michael quickly interrupted. “The Squip didn’t make him crazy-”

Jeremy butted in. “Alright there you go-”

Michael had had enough. He raised his voice and shoved Jeremy hard in the chest.

“HE WENT CRAZY TRYING TO GET IT OUT!” Jeremy froze, then relaxed and put his hands in his pockets.

“Well, then I’ve got nothing to worry about.” He shrugged, and Michael’s breath hitched. “Why would I want that-”

Michael finally stepped forward and blocked the door as Jeremy tried to leave.

“Come on man, move.” Michael tilted his head forward. He had nothing else to lose. Not a friend, not a reputation, and certainly not a boyfriend. 

“Or you’ll what?”

“Get out of my way,” and Michael could sense it, this small moment, as alcohol swam through his body and numbed but also sharpened every sensation, like the music pumping through the door, the smell of vomit in the room, and the thud of his heart as Jeremy leaned forward to hiss at him, ”loser.”

Michael’s spark of hope fluttered out as Jeremy pushed past him, and slammed the door behind him. With a blank face and a heavy heart, Michael stumbled into the bathtub to relive that one, small, horrible moment in his head until it lost all meaning, or until he woke up from this nightmare with his player two by his side.

Late day 5 Domestic for Sanvers Week


I hope that this isn’t too late! This piece is a little angsty, but I did end it in fluff and feelings, so I hope you guys will enjoy it!

Sanvers week day 5 Domestic

‘Maggie!? Maggie where is Kara, I can’t reach her. She won’t pick up her phone.’ Alex said alarmed as she hurried through their house to try and find her wife. She feels strange, like something isn’t right. Her joints ache more than she remembers them doing, and just walking at this quick pace takes more out of her than she expected it to.

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BTS Reaction to Your Cat Watching Him During Sex

Incognito;Hello~ if you still do request could you please do a reaction to BTS? How would they react when their s/o’s cat comes in during sexy time and just intensely stares into his eyes and the cat doesn’t want to go away?

Note: RATED M to those baby armies! Nonetheless, requests are open! I will be closing them soon, and only accepting the first 20 that interest me, so go request!! *pls have manners when you ask, or else it will be deleted ((-:*

Jin ➳ He was kissing your torso, making his way up to your chest, up your neck as goosebumps began to rise from the wet trail and finally, to your lips. He was humming, slowly positioning himself to your entrance and when he glanced to the cat bed just to find the once sleeping cat now glaring at him, the man couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “What’s so funny?” You asked, wondering why he was suddenly tittering and not making any further move.

“Oh, nothing.” He said, staring back to the cat and giving him a cute expression.

Originally posted by yoongiski

Suga ➳ He was filled with ecstasy, fingers digging into yours hips with your chest pressed onto the bed as he slammed into you from behind. His eyes were closed, and as he could feel his climax coming — he was even more turned on by your mewling that resonated around the room and boiled his insides to the core. Opening his eyes, he witnesses your cat staring right at him, meowing loudly and he immediately stops while flushing red.

Looking up, you ask him why he stopped and he could only feel stupid from mistaking your cats moans for yours. “Please,” he says, slipping out of you, “get your cat out of here.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

J-Hope ➳ Your legs were wrapped around his torso, and he held you perfectly as he thrusted into you against the wall. It felt soo good, you were really amazing and he couldn’t be any happier. Biting your shoulder as he began to quicken his pace and move more powerfully, he felt something very furry purr against his leg before he..screamed.

He dropped you, you falling straight on your bottom before you would scream at him for interrupting something intimate — until he would begin to sputter and point to your kitty in defense. “Your cat scared the shit out of me!”

Originally posted by ineedakpopgif

RapMonster ➳ His hands were working around your body, focusing on pleasuring you and slipping your clothes off as he kissed you passionately. And while he slid his boxers down his ankles, leaving your lips to leave kisses to your cheek to your chin and down your neck while positioning himself — his eyes fluttered open just to find your cat’s eyes boring into his. He froze, giving the cat a look as you smacked him for stopping.

“Your cat keeps staring, I’m not just going to give it a live porno here.” Namjoon mumbled, and when you told him it was okay, he could only give you a ‘are you serious?’ look.

Originally posted by earlyconf-i-moved

Jimin ➳ He laid on the bed lazily as you sat on top of him, moving painfully slow as he tried to beg you to go faster and when you wouldn’t comply — he grabbed your hips to thrust deep into you himself. With one eye closed and a smile gracing his lips to hear you cry out, his attention averted towards the door and back to you, only to snap back towards the door to find you cat laying provocatively as it stared at him intently.

He stopped, earning a cry of disapproval from you before he bursted into a fit of laughter. “Tell your cat to leave!”

Originally posted by sunglow1004

V ➳ He was sitting down with you bouncing on top of him, his arms wounded around your waist as your lips stayed attached to each other’s, kissing fervently and impatiently before he laid you down and intertwined your fingers together. Smiling towards you, he began to move slowly and when your fingers tightened around his, he began to pound into you — that is, until your cat jumped on the bed and began to drill it’s eyes into his.

“Why is..” He was flustered, quickly picking you up off the bed and walking out the door. “We need to go somewhere..better.”

Originally posted by apgujeon

Jungkook ➳ Jungkook noticed your cat sitting in the corner and watching his every move like a lion, making sure the boy did nothing to harm you but; he just didn’t care. His mouth was latched onto your neck, sucking as he moved into you and when your cat graciously jumped onto the bed, Jungkook moved away from your neck with a plop! only to slow his pace just to pet the furry animal.

“He’s so cute,” Jungkook would comment  before moving his hands back onto you, “but not cuter than my kitty.”

Originally posted by bwiboo


Call Me Kitten | Jimin

Originally posted by yoonmin

Genre:  Fluff |  Hybrid!AU

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1259

A/N: Long time, no post, huh? But here we are, I honestly don’t know what this is, but I hope you like anyway! 

Tilting your head slightly, you peered down at the shy hybrid, the sleeves of his over-sized sweater pulled over his small hands, his eyes soft and curious as he stared right back at you. His gaze melted you to your knees as his tail curled around his waist, ears curiously twitching among his soft locks of hair.

“So… this particular cat hybrid is named Jimin, feel free to look him over, whatever you need…” The employee stated in a rather monotone, bored tone, her nails seemingly miles more interesting than a potential adoption taking place.

“Sure, thanks…” You nodded politely, your gaze quickly drawn back to the hybrid in front of you, his legs crossed neatly as he perched on a slightly worn out pillow, his stare never leaving you as his mouth lay cracked open ever so slightly in complete fascination at you.

The employee sighed exasperatedly as she sauntered out, as you shook your head with a gentle smile, cautiously walking over and kneeling beside Jimin, observing his timid posture, his hands resting under his chin as he continued to stare quietly.

“Hello…” You finally spoke in a gentle tone, a hint of fascination laced in your voice as you stared at his effortless beauty, the way his blonde locks occasionally slipped down over his eyes, those eyes that held such an inquisitive look in them, his plump lips curled into an adorably irresistible pout as he blinked innocently at you.

“Hi… I’m Jimin,” he finally spoke, his slight nerves showing in his shaky voice. He hadn’t recalled being so nervous before; he was usually known as one of the more playful kittens, a bright smile always gracing his features. But, he was worried. Worried that you wouldn’t like him, that you would go adopt another hybrid instead, when he felt strangely drawn to you, and he knew he wanted you.

You hesitantly reached out to touch his ears, cupping them as you began to gently stroke and rub the soft fur, eliciting a quiet purr from his throat, his head leaning forward into your touch, and in that moment, you knew this was the hybrid you had to take home.


You fished through your bag for the keys to your apartment, Jimin standing behind you and shifting from foot to foot as he stared around the place, eyes wide with awe, cutely blinking once again.

“Ah, here we are,” you sighed in relief, brushing past the adoption papers and pulling out the keys, the jangling sound causing Jimin to wince slightly, ears flattening against his head anxiously. You noticed, frowning in slight worry as you watched him, your eyes scanning his face to decipher what the matter was.

“Hey, it’s okay…” You spoke in the same soothing voice as before, Jimin visibly calming as he looked up at you with those wide eyes you couldn’t resist, holding back the urge to coo at him, instead limiting yourself to gently rubbing his ears.

“Come in, Jimin,” you stepped to the side and ushered him in, as he took in his new surroundings, looking back at you for permission to look around.

“Can… can I look at the place…?” He spoke for the second time, his hands shyly pulling his sleeves further over his fists, and you felt yourself melt for the millionth time that day.

“Of course, sweetie, this is your home now, feel free,” you gestured him in, pulling your coat off and carefully hanging it up, not noticing the rose pink dusted on Jimin’s cheeks at the nickname. He cautiously padded around, looking around at all the cute decorations neatly arranged around the house, his head tilting in his usual inquisitive manner.

You followed him in, setting yourself down on the couch, a small smile spreading onto your lips as you watched him, placing your keys back down on the small coffee table in front of you with a loud jangle. Jimin cowered at the sound once again, his tail curling around himself and his ears flattened, gently whimpering in, what seemed like, fear. Your own eyes widened, and you hesitantly reached your arms out for him, coaxing him closer.

“I promise not to hurt you, sweetie, come here…” You met his eyes once again, the anxiety and fear held in them sending a pang to your heart, and you sighed. He carefully and anxiously inched over, his eyes asking you for permission once again, before sitting down onto your lap, his arms instantly flying around your waist as he buried his face in your neck.

You jumped a little at the sudden affection, quickly warming up to the touch as you brought your arms around him, holding him close to you protectively.

“Tell me, what’s wrong?” You looked back down at his face still buried in your neck, and he sighed at the question, finally peeking up with eyes welling up with tears.

“I don’t like the sound of the keys…” he started. “Because they remind me of the keys that would lock me in a cage, in the dark, alone…” He shuddered at the memory, whimpering a little as you felt tugging on your heartstrings, bringing your arms around him tighter in a comforting hug.

“It’s okay now, you’re here to live with me, and I promise to take good care of you, no-one will hurt you here, okay?” You gently brushed the fleeting tears away from his eyes, and he nodded gratefully, his body finally calming and relaxing in your touch, his own arms trembling slightly around your waist.

“They really didn’t treat us as well as it seems… that’s just a show they put on for visitors, they treat us like… well, shit, when there’s no-one here, any sign of “misbehavior”, and we end up in that cage, left alone all night… away from my friends and brothers…” He sighed yet again, his face nuzzling against your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent to calm himself.

“That sucks, that really does, you guys aren’t possessions or objects to be thrown around, yeah?” You gently cupped his face, brushing his cheek with you thumb and he nodded, a grateful smile on his lips.

“Thank you, Y/N, you’re very caring, and… I’m glad you picked me…” He looked down shyly with a growing smile gracing his lips, and you felt your heart flutter, gently stroking his ears with a smile of your own.


Over time, the two of you grew close, Jimin finally coming out of his shell and reverting to his true, playful self, his arms forever clinging to your waist whenever you were home. You learned each others’ likes and dislikes, preferences, you introduced Jimin to your favourite TV shows, much to his delight, and he’d sit by you, cuddled into your side affectionately, occasionally swatting you with his tail with a laugh.

There were nights where the bedroom door was locked, clothes strewn carelessly on the floor as needy whimpers and mewls were all that could be heard from the room, mixed in with your own sinful sounds, and nights you spent cuddled together, talking about anything and everything.

You had both become inseparable, his body curled up against yours as you both slept, his tail wrapped protectively around you, arms keeping him close, comforting him every time he woke up alarmed and scared from his occasional nightmares. With your comfort, he always managed to return to the warmth of the bed and your embrace, drifting back into the land of sleep with the gentlest of smiles. 

Cuddling with Spencer Reid before falling asleep would include:
  • Playing with his hair
  • Neck kisses
  • Neck bites
  • Spencer trying to sleep but you won’t let him
  • “We should sleep (Y/N).”
  • “Not yet.”
  • Him complaining about your cold feet
  • “Please put on some socks.”
  • “But I don’t want to.”
  • You being a little spoon most of the time
  • But sometimes he wants to be the one who holds you
  • You rubbing your ass against his crotch just to tease him
  • “(Y/N) don’t…it’s 3am.”
  • “Shhhh you know I won’t stop.”
  • You placing your cold hands under his shirt making him shiver
  • “Your hands are so cold….”
  • “Sorry…not sorry.”
  • Cuddling turning into a steamy make out session
  • Steamy make out session turns into hot love making
  • “I love you Spencer.”
  • “To the moon and back (Y/N)”
  • “I wonder…what is the distance to the moon?”
  • “Average is 238,857 miles…”
  • “Of course you know this.”
  • You falling asleep listening to his heart beat
  •  “Good night Spencer.”
  • “Sweet dreams (Y/N).”
OTP Idea #792

Imagine Person A is dragged to a concert of a band they’ve never heard of by their friend, Person C. Together, they get to the show early, so Person A breaks off from C for a while to get away from the commotion of the fans waiting to get into the building. Person A ends up wandering around till they accidentally run straight into a stranger aka Person B. Person A feels so bad that they ran into B and starts apologizing profusely while B keeps saying it’s ok. They strike up a conversation together and B asks for A’s phone number. Later, once A is back with C and the concert is starting, A sees B walk onto the stage. Finally, they realize that Person B is the lead singer of the band.