i want to pet his tail

can you imagine Eric coming home from school, with his jaw all tense and his face all red, wanting to punch a fucking wall. And he opens his front door, slamming it really hard, not being able to contain his anger from having a bunch of douchebags at school ruining his day. And then suddenly, his anger breaks when he hears Sparky’s little paws running along the wooden floor, with his tail wagging high in the air, seeing the sight of his owner home. And Eric’s anger  washes away and he smiles, reaching down to pet his dog. And says in a gentle tone, “hi buddy.” I like to think that Eric had these moments a lot. And the only thing in his life that ever made his aggression/anger go away (temporarily) was Sparky. 


Can I get a headcanon where the reader joins the Avengers? She’s a literal ball of cotton candy, rainbows and cupcakes plated in golden sunshine, too pure for this world. She’s very loving and invites the team to just give her hugs and kisses whenever they want, so they take her up on her offer because they all need that extra bit of love. Sorry this is so long. @itsmarshalltime98

You  ran on to the jet and got in the pilot’s seat. The mission was going south very quickly and if everyone was to get out safely, you would have to improvise a little, even if that meant disobeying Steve’s direct orders. You flipped the needed switches in between strapping yourself in. When you were ready for left off you went as fast is you could to where the team was. Your  mission had been different from everyone else’s. You were working on hostage extraction, but after getting the hostages to a secure location you heard  your team’s distress over COMMS.

“Natasha do you read me?” You questioned, knowing she’d be the only one with the mental capacity to respond at the moment.

“Loud and clear. Please don’t tell me you ran in to trouble with the hostages.”

“Absolutely not. They are at the safe house, but you guys need extraction.”

“Steve told you-”

“Well that’s not gonna matter if Steve is dead,” you contradicted. There was a beat of silence, in which you panicked, wondering if something had happened to Natasha.

“Are you over our position?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah, I’m looking for somewhere to touch down.”

“Give me a sec, I’ll send up a flare.”

You could see the various explosions happening in the Weapon’s facility the team was supposed to storm. You watched anxiously, hoping she’d find a safe place soon. As you waited, you promised yourself that you were going to give Steve the lecture of a lifetime about biting off more than he can chew.  Tony flew by the jet and seemed to pause when he looked at you.

“It’s good to see you,” he spoke over COMMS.

“I’m glad you’re alive.  Nat’s finding a place for me touch down. I need you guys moving to that point ASAP.”

“Spangles won’t be happy.”

“Yeah but he’ll be alive.”

You noticed the bright red flare go up, and you hurried to the sight leaving Tony behind. You were the best pilot the world had ever seen able to glide through the sky with your aircraft more gracefully than a bird. Stealth flying was your specialty which is why you were employed to get the hostages.  The clearing was small, and entry was difficult but you touched down without any difficulty.

“Captain,” you called, hoping he was listening.

“Y/N tell me that jet in the sky wasn’t you.”

“It absolutely was. Sending you extraction coordinates.”

“Coming your way,” Wanda responded.

You opened the hatch so Natasha could board. She lumbered on holding her side as if wounded. You unstrapped to meet her and help her sit down. As she sat, you snagged a medical kit and got ready to do what ever was necessary so she could last until you got back to the compound.

“It’s not that bad,” Natasha breathed out. She could barely pull in breath for the pain.

“You don’t have to act tough, "you smiled shaking your head a little. You unzipped her suit so you could properly treat the wound, "It’s like you really wanna swear off bikini’s,” you joked to keep the atmosphere light. She laughed a little, wincing at the pain it brought.

“Yeah, I bet I’ll look horrible in them now,” she rolled her eyes. You cleaned the wound quickly, keeping an ear out for anyone over COMMS.  Wanda soon bounded on to the plane with Vision at her tail.

“Falcon, Captain what’s your position?” you asked as you placed gauze on Natasha’s wound.

“We’re a little caught up,” Sam responded.

“Listen her dynamic duo, I want you hauling ass to the jet. Natasha’s hurt she needs an actual doctor.”

“Natasha?” Steve called.

“Yeah, it looks bad. Maybe hurry it up grandpa,” she grumbled. You smiled at that. Tony came on next, the face plate on his went up to show his face.

“It is good to see you, Y/N. I was afraid you were going to be a teacher’s pet on this mission.”

“I’ll disobey wrong orders any day, Stark.”

“Ooo Captain, you hear that? I think your good noodle is going rogue.”

Steve and Sam walked on to the jet looking worse for wear. Sam sat next to Natasha letting his head rest against the wall. You hurried to the pilot’s seat to get your team out of there.

When you made it back to the compound, you helped Natasha to the medical wing and set upon looking after the rest of the team.

“Is everyone else okay? Anybody have a boo-boo you need me to kiss better,” you joked lightening the mood. Sam smirked, then pretended to be hurt.

“I took a hit right here,” Sam touched his cheek, “will you kiss it better?”

“Of course,” you kissed his cheek, playing along.

“I want in on this action,” Tony announced, and you naturally went over to kiss his cheek too, “And one on the other side.”

You laughed but obliged him.

“Come on, let me get you a drink,” Tony went to the bar to start his after mission ritual of drinking until somebody took the liquor away. You sat on the couch beside Wanda and turned on the T.V. She naturally rested her head on your shoulder while you flipped lazily through the channels.

“How are you Wanda?” you asked absently.

“Just tired,” she sighed.

You took the blanket off the back of the sofa and gave it to her, “Take a nap. Honestly you all need rest,” you glanced behind you where you knew Steve was sitting in one of the arm chairs. He like preoccupied with his thoughts. You elected not to bother him. After particularly trying missions he had the tendency to be distant. He would come talk to you later.  Tony sat down on your other side with a drink and settled in to watch T.V. with you and Wanda. Sam left to go take a nap in an actual bed.

When the full weight of the day had finally settled on you, you coaxed the rest of the Avengers to go to bed, before checking on Natasha. She was in her own room, under orders to rest for the next few days. She smiled a little at the sight of you.

“I thought you’d be in bed by now, sunshine,” she spoke the nickname with a slight smirk. Tony was responsible for the name, it just happened to stick.

“I’m headed that way, I just thought I’d check on you. Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” she assured.

“Welp,” you pulled in a deep breath as you looked around the room to be sure you weren’t needed, then let the breath out, “Okay. See you in the morning,” you kissed her forehead, “Good night, sweet dreams.”

Natasha smiled a little wider at that, “Good night, Y/N.”

You left the room with the intentions of taking a hot shower then crawling into bed. As you passed the common room, you noticed a form out of the corner of your eye. It was Steve, he was sitting in the dark room probably brooding. You came to stand in front of him.

“Steve, what’s up with you?” you asked, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. He pulled in a startled breath, then blinked as if clearing his eyes of fog.


“Don’t give me that. Tell me, what’s wrong.”

“I nearly got the team killed, and Natasha…”

“She’s fine, so is everyone else.”

“But they wouldn’t have been if you had followed my orders.”

“Well that’s what a team is for Cap. We have each other’s back. You did what you thought was best. Your intentions were good and everything turned out fine. So all you can do now is learn from the mistakes made and carry on.”

“You make it sound simple,” he laughed a little.

“It is simple, it just might not be easy,” you shrugged, “Come on, get to bed.”

As he stood up, you grabbed him in a tight hug, “You’re still a great leader. You’re just human,” you assured.

“I don’t know what this team would do without you,” he admitted.

“You’d be very emotionally constipated. I mean you guys don’t hug each other. You just have weird vague conversations. I love all of you though,” you teased.

~ Mod Lillian

The Encounter - A Fatal Error fanfic

So I had an idea for a story! I apologize in advance.)


*You pet the dog. Petting capacity is at 50%.

Greater Dog’s tail wagged at incredible speed as Frisk rubbed his belly. It seemed like they couldn’t stop just yet, unless they wanted to hear his incessant whining. Not that that was a problem, of course. Frisk was more than happy to indulge the small dog.

Eventually, Greater Dog yipoed and placed his paw on their hands. It seemed like he wanted them to stop. Frisk complied, then the dog stood back up and hopped into his empty armor headfirst. His tail stuck out from the top as he left the area. Frisk giggled at how goofy it looked. They wiped off the snow from their shorts and started heading back to Snowdin.

As they walked, Frisk admired the sight of all the snowflakes falling from the sky. The trees swayed somehow in a nonexistant breeze, and the occasional passerby would greet them. Even monsters that didn’t recognize Frisk were so nice. Everything about this was just so…peaceful. They hoped it would only get better from here on out…


Frisk jumped, startled by the sudden sound. They looked down and saw no twigs underneath their feet, so why…?

Frisk curved their lips. …It’s probably just Sans. But…why doesn’t he just come out?

“Hello?” Frisk called out. “Is anyone there?”


Frisk squinted their (already tiny) eyes. They could make out some sort of figure, huddled up behind the trees further up ahead.

…But the twig was behind them. How could he have done that?

Frisk didn’t understand much about the Underground yet. Maybe, if they just walked up to him….he could explain?

Frisk took a deep breath, then began to approach who they believed to be the short, pun-loving skeleton. As they got closer, however…he obscured himself just a little more.

But why? Was he afraid of them?

…No, he couldn’t be… Frisk thought. He was the first person I met after I left the Ruins…


Frisk picked up speed. The figure reacted frantically to their approach, making a few shuffling noises in the snow. It wasn’t until Frisk entered the forest that they got a much better view.

…What they saw in front of them, they hadn’t expected at all.

It was Sans, or…it wasn’t? Frisk couldn’t tell. His jacket had been bleached of all color, and several specks of…something surrounded his body. They resembled glitches, and some of the pieces were even detached from his own body. It ended up looking like fragments of his body were missing, or simply floating around him.

But what bothered Frisk the most were his eyes and chest. His eye sockets had no lights in them, and were instead mismatched in shape and color. One was blue (and they swore they could see words inside of it), while the other was bright red and…half-melted. It was uncomfortable to look at those seemingly empty eyes…

…And on Sans’ chest, there was a wide, ghastly cut, extending diagonally across his belly to nearly the top of his shirt. The strange words in his eyes were unmistakably there as well, and his slippers were stained with what looked like blood.

Seeing the cut made Frisk a bit queasy. What could’ve happened to this poor skeleton?

“…Sans?” Frisk whispered, their voice quivering. The skeleton, who hadn’t seemed entirely focused on them before, lifted his head at the mention of the name.

“… yyyou… you aare…”

Frisk winced at the sound of his voice. It sounded so distorted, so broken that they could hardly understand it. And yet…they still could.

…This was all very strange.

“…Frisk,” they replied. “I’m Frisk. We met earlier…didn’t we?”

“…. Dddin’t we?” he mimicked. Frisk was a bit unnerved by that, but they didn’t want to just leave him like this.

“…You aren’t the same skeleton I met. Are you?”

‘Sans’ tilted his head, contemplating the question. Eventually, he shook his head.

“…I see.” Frisk scratched their head, then stared at him hesitantly.

“Then who are you?”

Frisk watched as he reached up for his scarf and clung to it tightly.

“. .. Nnoo one. Jusst passing throughh.”

It was the most coherent sentence they had heard from him so far. Frisk prepared themselves mentally to ask something else.

“…What happened to you?”

The skeleton’s head lowered a little. His grip tightened on the scarf.

“sssomething i lost important to me i lost him”


“nnot here gone why he’s nnot here”

“I-I don’t under-”

“bbbrotherr find him i can’t i can’t WHHERE IS HHE-”


He stopped. He turned his head towards Frisk, who looked a little bit afraid.

“Please, slow down. I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

The skeleton shut his eyes and rubbed his arm. He suddenly felt something warm touching him. He opened one eye and saw it was Frisk, looking up at him with concern.

“Do you…wanna talk about it?”

He abruptly sat down in the snow, shaking his head vigorously. Frisk felt their heart clench at how miserable and lost the skeleton looked.

“…Okay. Can I sit with you, then?”

He shrugged. Frisk took it as a yes, or that he at least didn’t seem to mind. They sat down next to the skeleton and said nothing for a while.

Frisk and the strange skeleton just watched the snow fall.

After a while, Frisk turned their head towards the skeleton.

“…I should probably get going. I can’t stay here forever.”

They smiled, and patted his shoulder. Frisk didn’t know if he liked hugs.

“It was nice to meet you.” Frisk stood up and began to walk towards the end of the forest.

“…… .pppap…yrus……

Frisk paused midstep, then turned around.

”…What was that?“

He twiddled his fingers anxiously and grinned.

”.. . papyyrus. Myy brotherr.… “

Frisk’s mouth opened a little in surprise. ”…Papyrus? So wait…you ARE Sans?“

”…mmyyy papyrruss isss missing lost he’s not gone.. .“

Frisk shook her head. ”…I still don’t understand you. Where is he?“

He clenched his hands into fists. His grin slowly turned into a grimace. ”. …goonneee… . .“

They rubbed their head and looked down, realizing what Sans meant by that single word.

”…Oh. I’m really sorry…“

Frisk was about to say something else when they were cut off abruptly. They couldn’t speak or breath properly all of a sudden. They noticed that several red strings had appeared out of nowhere, and most were wrapped tightly around their body. Trembling, they looked over at the skeleton.

He was grinning again, but it seemed far more sinister than before. Frisk could see tears in his eyes.

“B E C A U S E O F Y O U .”

Xedra’s Notes:

Originally posted by cratermania


I really like your writing style, and your characterization of Fatal! And I really REALLY like how you wrote his dialogue! It was so spot on :’D

anonymous asked:

Ooh! What about Chica loving Dark (maybe she can see him well bc dogs being colorblind or something I dunno) and he (secretly) has a soft spot for her?

Mark brings Chica to Ego Inc. one day because all the others love her so much, and when she wanders away from him, Mark doesn’t think twice about it. She noses her way into Dark’s office, tail wagging and ears perked. Dark is standing beside his desk and staring angrily out the window when Chica boops her nose against Dark’s palm.

The black and white Ego jumps and makes a face at the perky golden retriever. “What do you want?”

Chica wags her tail and whines at Dark. The Ego sighs. “I’m not going to pet you. You’re a useless creature that adores that ridiculous idiot Markiplier, which is really an egregious error on your own part. I refuse to show you any kind of affection.” Dark looks away, but Chica sits and laps at his fingers until Dark flinches away.

“Quit that!”

Chica boofs at Dark quietly and whines again until Dark rolls his eyes, caving. “Fine.” He kneels down beside the dog and pets her awkwardly at first until Chica begins to purr deeply. When Mark finally starts wondering where Chica has run off to, he’s beyond shocked to find Dark fawning over her.

“You’re really not so bad, kind of unnecessarily fluffy and cute, but I can understand why others would enjoy your company.” Chica licks his cheek fondly before sensing her human peeking at them from the door and runs over happily.

Dark jumps to his feet, surprised by Mark’s sudden appearance. “S-she wandered in here.”

Mark attaches Chica’s leash again, watching his Ego carefully with slight amusement. “You know, I bring her by every other Thursday.” Dark’s shell cracks a bit, and he slams the door in Mark’s face.

Mark looks down at Chica happily. “Good job, bub.”

A Home | Chanyeol

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader
Genre: fluff, slight-but-not-really angst, Hybrid!AU
Words: 7.5k+
Notes: I’m cross-posting all of the fics/scenarios that I’ve written on other websites, pretty much all hybrid AU so far. What an amazing start to the fanfic life <3

Your friend drags you with her to go hybrid shopping for herself and your plan of interacting and then leaving commitment-free is interrupted by an adorable, tall cat hybrid with entirely too much affection and love to share.

Originally posted by captivatesme

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Originally posted by harrystolemyheart

i randomly got inspired to write this, and i’m pretty proud of how it turned out
i hope you enjoy x


That’s the word everyone used to describe Harry and I’s relationship. And, to be honest, I agreed. Ever since we met, Harry and I just clicked, and we were always by each other’s side. We were inseparable after being friends for three weeks. And then a few years went by, and we had grown up together. And the feelings we had towards one another started showing, no matter how hard we tried to hold them in. Then, one night, Harry and I were walking around after having dinner with some friends, and rain started pouring down from the sky. Soaked, we got in Harry’s car and went back to his place. I showered and he gave me a change of clothes, him showering and changing after I had. We ate our leftovers and watched movies, not realizing how late it was because time had gotten away from us, as it did often when we hung out.

“Is it really almost four in the morning?” Harry looked at his phone screen in surprise.

My eyes got wide. “Holy shit, where did the time go?”

“I know, right?” He chuckled. “I swore it felt like it was maybe one or one thirty.”

I sighed, realizing I had my head on Harry’s shoulder, his arm around me. Had we been like this the entire time? I looked up at him and he was already looking at me, a smile on his face.

“What'cha smiling at?” I sing-songed.

He laughed. “You.”

I laughed lightly. “Why?”

He hesitated, then exhaled. “Would you think I was mad if I told you I was in love with you?”

I looked at him in shock, a smile appearing on my face. “No, because I’m in love with you too.”

He grinned, then leaned in and kissed me. Do you know what the only word that could describe that moment was? Perfect.

Two and a half years later, we were a few months away from celebrating our third anniversary, and Harry was acting strange. I didn’t know why, and it concerned me. Selena came over and I vented to her, crying and worrying that Harry was going to leave me or something. She consoled me, saying that Harry would never break my heart. That he loved me way too much to ever leave me. And after she left, Harry. came home. I was in our room, so I walked out to the living room, anxious to ask him why he wasn’t acting like himself. But when I got to the living room, I saw Harry crouched on the floor, his back to me.

“Hey, babe?” I said nervously.

He turned around, smiling as he held a golden retriever puppy with a bow on its light blue collar.

“Yes, love?” He grinned.

I gasped, walking over to him and petting the dog. “Harry, you did not,”

“Yes, I did,” He nodded. “You’ve always said you wanted a puppy, so I decided to get you one.”

I smiled, tearing up. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

“I like to think so,” He chuckled. “What do you want to name him?”

I thought for a moment. “Hm… how about Rain? But like, maybe with an e on the end?”

“Why Raine?” He asked.

“Because, if it didn’t rain that one night, I would’ve just went home instead of coming here. And you probably wouldn’t have told me how you felt about me until much later.” I explained. “I guess you could say we wouldn’t have gotten together so soon if it wasn’t for the rain.

He beamed. “Ah, I guess you’re right. Raine is the perfect name for this little guy.”

After that moment, things continued to be how they always were. Everyone swore that by the time our anniversary came that Harry would propose to me. And though I’d laugh it off, I wanted that more than anything. I wanted our perfect relationship to become a perfect marriage. And I thought Harry did too.

But, when we had but only a month and a half left until we’d celebrate being together for three years, Harry started acting weird again. Instead of acknowledging the uneasy feeling I had, I just chalked it up to everyone’s suspicions being true. That he was going to propose. One night, Niall and Harry suggested that Selena and I have a girls’ day, and we’d get dinner together that night. Though we were suspicious, we went along with it. Many times throughout the day, Selena swore that when we came home that Niall would have some kind of excuse for her and him to leave, and Harry would propose to me. And, again, I really hoped that was the case. Then, when we still had a couple hours until we’d be on our way back, Niall called Selena. He said that there was a change of plans, that Harry wasn’t feeling well and that he would be at home waiting for Selena. So we left fifteen minutes after the call, Selena going home to Niall and me going home to Harry. At least, that’s what I thought. I came home to an empty house, Raine greeting me when I came in. I pet him, then looked around the house to see if Harry was really gone, and if he had left a note. But he was no where to be found, and he didn’t leave a note. I called him many times, him ignoring every single one. I texted him, saying that it was so unlike him to be this way and we needed to talk as soon as possible. I checked every five minutes to see if he had read it, but he didn’t read it at all.

Harry didn’t come home that night.

The next morning, I woke up to tons of notifications. Before I could even go through them, Selena called me.

“Hello?” I answered.

“(Y/n), have you seen or heard anything?” Selena asked me.

“No?” I said, confused. “I literally just woke up.”

She sighed. “I guess I’ll be the bearer of bad news. There are pictures everywhere of Harry leaving The Nice Guy with Nikita.”

I felt like my heart had stopped. Harry wasn’t home last night because he was with his ex. And he didn’t come home, which meant he stayed with her. I almost got sick at the thought of what probably happened. Tears flowed from my eyes as I sobbed, the hardest I’d cried in the longest time.

“How did this happen?” I wept.

“I don’t know, babe,” Selena said sadly. “But I think the best thing for you to do is to just come stay with Niall and I for a while. You know, so you can get some space and think about things.”

I nodded, though I knew she couldn’t see me. “You’re right, I’ll pack some stuff and come over there.”

“Alright,” She sighed again. “Drive safe, love you.”

“Thanks, love you too.” I said quietly.

I got up, brushing my teeth and getting ready. I finished packing, and before I could get my things and go, I heard the front door open and close. Raine, who was laying on the bed next to my bags, ran to see who it was. I already knew who it was, and anger boiled within me. I walked out there, seeing a very tired and sad looking Harry. I crossed my arms, glaring at him.

He looked up at me, petting Raine. “What’s going on?”

“You know damn well what’s going on.” I said, growing more furious by the second. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

He stood there, realizing I knew what he had done. He didn’t speak.

I laughed sarcastically. “Of course you don’t. So, you go from promising dinner to our friends and I, to not coming home last night? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He looked down, still not speaking, so I continued.

“Not only did you not come home, you went out with your ex and then went home with her! When you had your fucking girlfriend at home waiting for you! What kind of twisted fuck does that?!”

After an agonizing silence, he spoke up. “I’m so sorry, love. I–”

“Don’t,” I spat. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

He looked me in the eye for the first time during our conversation. “What are you saying?”

“Do you expect me to stay with you after what you did?” I scoffed. “Harry, everyone knows about what happened, it’s all over social media and it’s on tv. Everyone knows you’re a cheating prick. Why the hell should I stay with you?!”

He looked away again, shrugging. “I guess I don’t expect you to.”

It got quiet once again, and I decided to ask something I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to.

“Why’d you do it? Why would you do this to me? To us? We were perfect, Harry.”

He hesitated. “I-I don’t know, (y/n).”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t know? You cheated on me, throwing almost three years down the drain, and you don’t know why you did it?!”

He didn’t say anything.

“Wow,” I laughed sadly. “Well, Raine and I are leaving. We’ll talk when you figure out what your reason for fucking our relationship up is.”


It had been a week since I left Harry. Niall and Selena were nice enough to allow Raine and I to stay with them until I finalized everything with the real estate agent that was helping me find a new place. Of course, like everything else, the media was talking about it. How ‘award winning singer-songwriter (y/f/n) (y/l/n) left her boyfriend of three years and former One Direction member Harry Styles, and is getting her own place after he cheated on her’. The thing was, we didn’t even make it to three years. We were two months away, eight weeks from another anniversary. And just like that, it was ruined.

At first, I wondered if it was something I did. But then came to the realization that I had been the best girlfriend I could’ve possibly been to Harry. I gave him my all, my everything. I didn’t do anything to deserve what he did. So, that meant it was him. I wasn’t sure what, but he did what he did because of something that was going on with him. And that gave me a small bit of relief. My heart was still in a million different pieces, but it helped knowing I did absolutely nothing wrong.

Selena, Raine, and I sat in the living room, when the door opened and shut. Niall came into the room and he had Louis with him.

Niall sat next to Selena, and Louis next to him. Raine perked up when he saw them, his tail wagging. He was such a lovable dog, and it wasn’t as little as he used to be. When he sat, he came to a little above my knee, and it seemed like he grew more and more everyday. He got down from his spot next to me on the couch and sat between Louis and Niall, both of them petting him and grinning.

Niall sighed, his smiling falling. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, (y/n), but Harry’s a wreck. He refuses to do anything, and he just cries and cries…”

“Poor lad needs someone to all but force him to drink some water,” Louis snowballed, still petting Raine.

Selena chuckled. “He should be upset. Do you remember how she cried herself to sleep up until the night before last? How I had to make sure she drank and ate something. He should be devastated, he brought this on himself. And honestly, I don’t feel bad for him. And you feel the exact same way, right, (y/n)?”

I went to answer her, but I couldn’t. I should be glad Harry wasn’t happy right now. But I wasn’t. I felt guilty, though I knew that I shouldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to feel okay with this, and all I could think about is how I needed to go see him.


The next day, I showed up at the place that Harry and I shared just a week ago. I knocked on the door, then waited. Eventually it opened, a very surprised Harry appearing on the other side of it.

“W-What are you doing here,” He stammered, his voice raspy. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red, his cheeks tear stained. He looked like a mess.

“Can we talk?” I exhaled.

He hesitated, then opened the door, allowing me in.

We sat in the living room on separate couches. Silence filled the room, and I swore I’d probably be able to hear a pin drop.

After a while, Harry exhaled. “For a while, I’ve had this… feeling. And, I couldn’t quite place it at first. But eventually, I realized what it was. I realized… I didn’t deserve you. As much as I tried to just push it away, I couldn’t. And it got really bad, so I did something stupid. I tried to drink it away. I drank so much, and the next thing I knew I woke up next to Nikita. I swear to you, (y/n), it wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I never thought I’d ever hurt you.”

I exhaled, letting go of the breath I was holding in. “I felt like I didn’t deserve you, but I never went as far as drinking it away or cheating on you. Instead, I realized how blessed I was to call you mine, and I appreciated every single second I got with you.”

"And that’s exactly why I don’t deserve you.” Harry stared at his hands.

I scoffed. “Don’t you get it? All I’ve ever wanted was you! When I met you, I knew you’d be the man I would marry and have kids with. And now, even though we’re not together and that won’t happen, I still can’t see myself with anyone else.”

“You shouldn’t settle for me, (y/n).” He shook his head. “There’s someone much better for you out there.”

“That may be the case, but I’ll never love someone like I love you. I’ll love you forever.”

He got quiet. “I don’t know what to say…”

I scoffed again. “So you’re not going to fight for me?! You’re just going to let me go? …Pfft, you really must not love me as much as you say you do.”

“I do love you, (y/n).” He enunciated, seeing almost frustrated. “I love you with my whole damn heart… with every fiber of my being, that’s why i can’t let you try to get stuck with me. Move on, and find someone better, you deserve at least that. And I deserve the ability to say that I lost you when I swore to myself I’d never let that happen. I deserve to be humiliated, regretful, and remorseful.”

The room was silent once more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t say anything.

“Now, go.” He said gently. “Go, be happy and take care of Raine. I want to be able to go on social media or turn on the television and see you smiling and being happy like you used to be. Before I fucked everything up.”

I sighed. “I’ll always love you, Harry.”

He smiled. “And I, you, (y/n). Always.”

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Puppers and Sweaters (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: “Ok I have two from the pets section on your latest list. They are 2 & 3 with Jason. Have fun!” from @tomboyliv

A/N: Tbh my dog’s name is actually Pickles. xD

Prompts: 2) “I’m going to get my own dog/cat and then you’ll be jealous of how much I love it more than you!” 3) “Stupid animal.” “I heard you call him/her that!”

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“I’m going to get my own dog and then you’ll be jealous of how much I love it more than you!” You yelled, throwing on a sweater and grabbing your keys.

“Ha! Fine! See if I care!” Jason growled as you slammed the door closed behind you.

A few weeks ago, Jason bought a German Shepherd, who he named Athena, and ever since that dog stepped into your house, it was like the dog was his new girlfriend.

Jason slumped down on the couch, folding his arms, “I can’t believe they are jealous of a dog.” He muttered.

Athena sat beside Jason’s legs and looked up at him. Jason glanced at her but did a double take, she almost looked like she was disappointed.

He raised an eyebrow, “What?”

She tilted her head, sending a shiver down Jason’s spine, “You want me to apologize?” He asked nervously.

Athena started wagging her tail and barked happily. Jason let out a frustrated sigh, “Fine, you’re right.”


“You actually bought a dog?!”

At the pet shop, you bought a brown and white shih tzu who was born a few months ago. You raised your new pupper in front of Jason’s face, “Yup! His name is Pickles!” You beamed.

Jason chuckled, “That’s a cute name.” He reached out his hand to pet him but you snatched him away, “No, he’s my pupper. Mine!” You snapped, stroking Pickles soft head.

He sucked his teeth, “Look, (y/n), I’m sorry for-“

“For being a dick?” You interrupted him, “Yeah, I know.” Before he could respond, you walked past him towards Athena, “Athena, I brought you a baby brother,” You placed a sleepy Pickles in front of Athena. Athena leaned down and started wagging her tail, “You and I will raise him well.”

Jason stood next to you, “What about me?!” He pointed to himself.

You waved your hand, “Nah, don’t worry. Athena and I got this.”


As the weeks pass by, Jason grew annoyed of Pickles. Athena was more mature than him and smarter. And you kept your promise. It really did seem like you loved Pickles more than Jason.

“You knitted him a sweater? How come you haven’t knitted me a sweater?”

You just finished knitting Pickles a sweater. Pickles jumped on the couch, excited for his new present. “Why should I?You already have a jacket, remember?” You smirked, knowing how pissed he should be feeling right now.

Jason scowled, “Stupid animal.” He muttered under his breath.

You gasped as you helped Pickles fit in his new sweater, “I heard you call him that!”

He folds his arms and glared at the floor, “I want a sweater, babe.” He grumbled.

He looked so cute when he pouted. You laughed, “Jason, I was joking, I’m already planning on making you a sweater.”

Jason’s face lit up, “Good! Make it red by the way.” He winked.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, “Of course.”

Darkest Side Of Me | Part One

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OC

“I doubt a face like that can go unnoticed.”

Summary: When OC, Elena Hartmor is transferred to Hogwarts from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic as the newest member of the Hogwarts academy, she doesn’t expect to bump into broody, gorgeous, Draco Malfoy. And something about him screams danger. ;) 

Soundtrack: Eyes on Fire | Blue Foundation

Word count: 1,806

A/N: hi guys! this is my first Harry Potter imagine and I love Draco so much I just HAD to write about him with this character I had in mind !!! Also, in this fic Draco will be super intense, dominant and alpha, ooooo ;))

Warnings: None that I’m aware of, however this fic will most likely turn M rated eventually 

(part 2)

Darkest Side Of Me | Chapter One: The Encounter 

 In some worlds, beauty was a curse - in a Hartmor’s eyes, it was a gift. Especially when that beauty came with brains, wit and wisdom. There wasn’t a single surprised gasp when my fate lined with Ravenclaw, a house that prized such things - my parents smiled with joyous approval, they expected no less, seeing as I was a member of the Ombrelunes back home, a house that prized cunningness, logic, ambition, and curiosity. Then again, Slytherin could’ve been my fate, us Obrulene’s were not shy of being manipulative or cunning. I missed it - home, I mean. Everything was so much…brighter, fuller. London’s autumn was gloomy in comparison to Andorra’s beautiful crisp weather.

My eyes scanned the platform, my train was leaving soon. I watched as students kissed their family goodbye for the year, with beaming smiles and “I’ll miss you’s”. Part of me looked at them longingly, wondering what it was possibly like to have a functional, ordinary family. Why, you ask? Well - let’s just say my family has a slight obsession with perfection. We were seen as a pristine family, with a line of pure-blood wizards and witches. My family was mostly boasted for the line of beautiful witches it seemed to sprout. Everyone heard tales of us - beauty, in this case, was a curse to me. Eyes followed me everywhere, it was like I called them - screamed at them “Look at me!”. Being unnoticed was close to impossible.

A small meow came from below me, interrupting my thoughts as my cat, Milo, curled his tail around my leg. I smiled at him, he was like my best friend: his fur was impeccably dark and his eyes (my favourite feature of his) were silver. He was my companion ever since I was first sent off to Beauxbaton’s. Hopefully he’ll like his new home. I sighed as I bent down to pet him.

“I trust you’ll do well here, Elena.” my mother said from beside me, making me jump at the sudden sound of her voice “We wouldn’t want any more…accidents, yes?” I glanced at her briefly, my jaw tightening in irritation before I straightened. “Of course not, mother.” I ground out, biting my cheek.

She turned her gaze to me, a toothless pageant smile glued to her face as he smoothed down my hair with perfectly manicured nails. One could say I got my looks from my mother, she was exceptionally beautiful - frosted crystal blue eyes that she passed on to me, hers now crinkled with old age, long curled lashes that juxtaposed against their clarity. Olive skin, mine now pink from the coldness of the air - the only thing I didn’t have were her now perfectly combed greying black locks. Mine were brown, almost golden - like my fathers.

She looked away from me before speaking: “Off you go then, wouldn’t want you to miss your train.” she said, urging me to leave. I turned, reluctantly, not bothering to wish her goodbye. “Come on now, Milo.” I said softly, his little paws following me. One good thing that came out of this: I didn’t have to see her smug face for a good while.

I sighed as I stepped foot on the train, hitching my bag further up my shoulder as I scanned my surroundings. The cabins were already full of people chatting away, their laughter ringing out through the train. I passed each one, praying I could find one that was empty.

I opened the brown door that lead me to the other carriage, suddenly bumping into something hard…and clothed, making me stagger back and almost fall - before a hand gripped my upper arm, steadying me. “Watch where you’re going.” A cold voice said. I looked up to find a pair of grey eyes looking down at me in annoyance. At that moment, I could only stare. No, his eyes weren’t grey, they were silver. Neither word did them justice. They were so solid, so bright, the exact lustrous color of a polished shard of metal. If you looked closer, like I was just now, you’d see the swirls of glittering onyx black and tinges of blue at the edges. They weren’t monochrome or boring. They were beautiful. I could only blink as my eyes scanned his face. I guess he must be used to this, a sudden pause in a persons natural expression when they looked his way, especially if they were as close as me, followed by a speechless stare. He had a beautiful face. One that was now staring down at me with an arched, questioning brow.

I blinked, looking away and feeling the burning hint of a blush on my cheeks. How long had I been staring?.

“Um-I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I managed to say. He let go of my arm, satisfied with my answer, he looked me over before frowning.

“And who might you just be?” He asked curiously, “you look to old to be a first year, and I haven’t seen you around Hogwarts.”

I cleared my throat before speaking, feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny of this gaze. It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to being stared at, it’s just…something about his stare made me want to hide. I crossed my arms over my chest, my gloved hands poking from the side of my arms. “Well, perhaps I’m just good at going unnoticed.” I replied.

The side of his lip hitched up slightly “No. I doubt a face like that can go unnoticed.” He said back, arching a questioning brow once again.

My cheeks heated up even more. God, I probably looked like a tomato now. “Well?” He said impatiently.

“My name is Elena Hartmor.” I said, making his brows rise in surprise.

“Hartmor huh? Explains the face.” He said, allowing his eyes to very obviously gaze up and down my figure.

I narrowed my eyes at his boldness, my spine straightening in irritation “I can see my family still remains reputable even in London.” My tone laced with annoyance, his eyes snap back up to mine - his now filled with humour.

“Everyone knows about the Hartmor’s…gifts.” He says with a smirk “Though I must say, they’re lovelier to see in person.” He finishes I parted my lips to speak, my cheeks blazing further; only to be interrupted by one of his questions “I thought Hartmor’s resided with the Beauxbaton’s?.” He questioned, making my mouth snap shut. Now, there was something I didn’t feel like explaining.

“Yes, we do.” I answered simply.

He stared at me for a few seconds, thankfully deciding not to continue his interrogation. “Draco Malfoy.” He said proudly. Of course he was a Malfoy - his pale hair and confidence was a dead giveaway. I guess I was too busy staring to realise that. God, mother would jump up and down with joy if she knew I was talking to a Malfoy. Maybe it would buy me a days worth of her being nice to me. The train started moving abruptly, making me misstep and stagger back once more, only to be caught by Draco’s rough hand by the arm again, this time being pulled unnecessarily close to his chest. “I’d start watching my step if I were you, love. Wouldn’t want to injure that pretty face of yours” He said, staring down at me with sparkling eyes. I internally swore at myself before pushing away from his grasp. This time, the absence of his hand left a lingering imprint of his touch.

A male voice came up from behind Draco “Hey Draco, what’s taking you so long we-” he paused when he spotted me. “Well, who’s this we have here.” He drawled out, very arrogantly letting his eyes scan me for longer than necessary. I clenched my jaw in irritation.

“It’s rude to stare, I’m sure your mother taught you that.” I said, annoyance very clear in my tone. His only reply was a smug smile and a wink, making me shoot icicles out of my eyes. “Well, if you boys don’t mind - I’ll be on my way. Good to meet you Draco.” I say before clutching the strap of my bag, quickly turning on my heel to leave before he could say anything. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull, something told me this wasn’t the last time I’d be seeing him.



“Blimey, Draco - she’s a beauty that one, what was her name?” He heard Blaise ask, interest evident in his tone. A sudden feeling of annoyance curled at his gut.

Draco turned to him with menacing eyes “Not your concern.” he said bluntly before shoving past him, sitting himself back down on the plush seats of the train, staring out of the widow in thought. ‘Good to meet you Draco’ her voice slammed into his head, making him blink. He couldn’t help but think his name sounded awfully tempting coming out of her lips. Then again, everything that came out of her lips sounded temping, her voice was like honey - flowing, and hauntingly pure. The damn girl looked and sounded like an angel - then again nothing less was expected from a Heartmor. Her presence here was curious, Hartmors usually remained within the confinements of Beauxbaton’s in France, very rarely were they seen attending any other school. She intrigued him, which was another rarity. Draco wasn’t known to feel drawn or intrigued by anyone, everyone just…was, to him - but perhaps it was just the Heartmor allure. There were tales of her family, some quite ridiculous, if you asked him. Some conspired that they came from a line of sirens - it was believable now that he’d seen one up close, he could certainly see men fling themselves to their death for a face like that. Others conspired a spell was involved, deeming each child of the Heartmor lineage to be…well, ethereally gorgeous.

There was a shyness to her, Elena, that is. Hesitation in her body movements and a softness in her voice. Draco hadn’t expected that. But it was her eyes that drew him in the most. The icy blueness of them generated a feeling like he was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension. He could tell by her body language that she did not like him, and those flickering azure orbs confirmed his thoughts, making him smirk to himself. But her blushing cheeks betrayed her, she found him just as attractive.

“What the hell are you smiling at, Malfoy?” Asked Pansy from opposite him making him sober up and plaster on his usual annoyed expression. “Do I look like I’m smiling, Parkinson?” he snarled.

Something told him he’d be seeing her again very soon.

The Lighthouse

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Rated: T
Genre: Fluff & the slightest angst
Word Count: 3,776

Summary: You fell hard and fast for a gentle gaze and dimpled smile, the kindness and innocence that fills his heart and it makes you ache to return to that lighthouse once again.

A/N: I half love half hate this piece of work but it’s been forever since I last posted a fic so here we are 🎉 also I don’t know for sure if Namjoon’s pup is actually a boy or girl so I just guessed. 

The midday sun is warm against your face as you lean your head back, eyes closed and hair knotting in the cool breeze. The sound of strong waves slapping against jagged rock lull you into a state of daydreaming, though you’re startled out of it from the sound of a wooden door slamming against the wall of the lighthouse, rattling its hinges.  

You release the metal railing you were holding onto and place your hand over your thundering heart, squinting through the sunlight at a man chasing a frantic seagull out of the doorway who is quick to take flight. You stand there, mouth slightly agape, listening to the man grumble to himself something along the lines of grumble to himself something along the lines of ‘Pesky… good for nothing…’ and ‘Lucky I don’t eat you for dinner.’ He runs a hand through his hair and turns himself back towards the door but the flutter of your dress catches his eye, making him jerk back in surprise at the sight of you.

“Why… were you chasing a seagull?” You call across the space between the two of you.

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Three’s A Party - Tyler Seguin

Originally posted by bosstownsports

Notes: Alright y’all, I’m gonna be honest, I hate this one with a burning passion, I rewrote it at least three times while sitting in the doctors office today, and this is what came out of it. It’s kind of short, and it’s very shit, but it’s also Tyler Seguin and dogs so like what more can you ask for with him? I hope you enjoy, I suppose!

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Zach Werenski

Teaser: “Technically, I bought my first dog, Cash and Marshall are yours.” 

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A Little Mistake Messenger

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Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors Note: I’ve been working on a 707 series while also working at this story as well. So that’s exciting! I hope my Jumin fanatics like myself reallllly enjoy this chapter. I’ve been listening to a Firefly music festival playlist for a lot of inspiration to get my butt in gear. 

I’d love to hear from you guys about what you like or what I can improve upon. Keep liking and sharing to spread the love <3 

Lazy weekends were the best weekends especially after Jumin got home from his business trip. Jumin was napping soundly on the couch Elizabeth the third purring on his chest with his hand on her body. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them snoozing the afternoons away. I grabbed a blanket and gently laid it across his legs and on lower part of his chest. His top shirt buttons casually unbuttoned. Elizabeth moved in his arms at the startle of the blanket but settled back into her position once she realized I had helped her out.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and scrolled through my phone.

MC has logged into the Chatroom—

Jaehee: I’m relaxing at the beach getting some sun.

707: I burn to a crisp in the sun

Oh MC is here!

MC: Jaehee how is vacation going?

Jaehee: You can keep my job forever if you would like. 

Has Jumin ran you up a wall yet?

MC: hahaha hardly. 

Everything is good on our end, however business end is a different story.

Jaehee: What happened was it his father again?

MC: not quite Mr. Han per say more like Jumin’s fiance.

707: wait hes engaged that damn bastard

MC: no don’t misunderstand this is not his choosing.

Jaehee: and what happened?

MC: they may or may not believe that Jumin and I are-

Jaehee: He did what?

MC: Its just a misunderstanding, until Jumin can collect enough information to refuse this marriage proposal.

707: Oh thank God! 

I was worried that I would have to come save you from Jumins clutches. 

Defender of Justice to save the innocent MC from the gate keeper Jumin.

MC: all good on this end here! 

Seven don’t worry I’ll know who to call to save me next time.

707: All is well then.





-707 has logged out-

Jaehee: I have to go too I need another drink.

MC: Don’t have too much fun you have to come back soon!

Jaehee: No promises here.

–Jaehee has logged out—

 It was inevitable that I would run into Zen news on my Facebook page. South Korean Musical Actor Trending in the United States of America. I quickly scrolled past the news page my friends shared on Facebook. Hyun Ryu and Amelia Corina officially an item? I turned my phone over trying to ignore the burning feeling in my heart. 

I could not tear my eyes away at his calm and collected mannerism. Did he even lose any sleep over me? He looked as if he didn’t spend too much time letting a breakup hinder his acting and public appearance. Hyun was somebody now, and I was just holding him back. It took me a week and RFA taking turns keeping my mind occupied before I was finally composed enough to be alone.

Why was I craving to see him, was it because he was happy and doesn’t seem to be too worried about a cheating scandal? I still cared for Zen. I will always love him in some way or the other. I cant forget the man that he was before things started to go downhill. Still, I can admire him from afar. Maybe one day Jaehee and I can fangirl over him and we can bring the baby to watch Zen on the TV.

There were thousands of pictures mostly of Zen, and selfies on date nights. Late nights under the stars, his motorcycle, backstage at his musicals. Was he happy? Was he finally accomplishing his dreams? Did the woman in the new pictures know how he likes his DVD collection at home? How he snores lightly when he’s exhausted from a long night of drinking?

I looked at my camera roll on my phone hesitant to look at the beginning. If I wanted a clean slate I needed to delete photos off of my phone. It was going to be now or never. I selected every photo, video, selfie, and saved screen shots I had saved since I met him. I quickly hit the delete button before my heavy fingers would change their mind. Clearing out all the memories, and moments that I treasured the most with Zen. I took a deep breath as I emptied my trash bin on my phone.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could start looking forward to cute baby pictures. I finally opened my text messages and deleted any and every message with Zen involved in it. It would be better to rid myself of the temptation to look back and feel sorry about myself. I smiled to myself that I was finally released from a large amount of temptation to look at those photos that brought me so much happiness.

I was startled by Elizabeth crawling in my lap. I looked over at Jumin who was lazily stretching out on the couch with a loud groan. I pet her soft white fur as she sat down between my legs encouraging me to pet her.

“Have you decided to sit with the ladies?” I said to Elizabeth who was enjoying extra attention from another person.

She cozied herself up on my knee and sprawling out. “She just wants more attention” Jumin said groggily and I laughed at her cute little face and tail.

“Jumin, Elizabeth the Third needs a womanly figure in her life to keep her straight. Sometimes it’s good to take a short reprieve from her favorite and only man in her life.”

He laughed and sat up on the couch, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and hair disheveled in all directions. I smiled to myself at his rare and slightly appearance. Jumin would hate to look like a mess in front of anyone.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked looking at me seated on the edge of the couch arms resting on his legs.

“Nothing!” I told him scratching behind Elizabeth’s ears averting his stare and blush on my cheeks. I took out my phone and took a quick picture of Elly. I knew who to send this picture to, Seven. Seven immediately responded with heart emojis: “Elly my love! She is so adorable! Jumin however looks like he just woke up with the bad case of bed head.”

“Wait was I in that picture that you just took?” He asked sitting upright on the couch. “Maybe. A lady never divulges her secrets Jumin.” I teased and he smirked. “Can I see it?” He asked softly.
I got up and sat next to him on the couch and showed him the picture.

“God is that what my hair looks like?” He ran a hand through it in an attempt to fix it only making it stick further out. I laughed uncontrollably at his hair and his expression when he asked me if it looked any better. He got up and went to his room. “Can you help me since my efforts have been to no avail.”

“Yes Jumin.” I sat on the top of the couch and had him between my legs. “Let me know if I pull your hair.”

I carefully brushed his hair back towards my body. “Have you ever worn it any other way or has it always looked like this?”

“Its been the same for as long as I can remember.”

“Jumin have you ever been in relationships with other women before?”


“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I just never have seen you show interest in many women our age. Nothing is wrong with that I was just wondering.”

“Women are out for my fathers money and influence not so much myself. The way to my fathers heart seems to be through winning me over. None of them actually cared for me or was around long enough for one anyways. Most women only see me as money and future CEO.”

“I understand your difficulty then finding someone you can actually trust and talk too aside from V and Rika.”

“Yes it was only them for a while but now that V is absent and Rika passed I only have Elizabeth.”

“You have me too Jumin.”

“I know and I’m thankful for some sanity in the madness.” He sighed deeply. “How does it look?”

“It doesn’t look half bad pulled back.” I said and he got up to look at himself.

“If I didn’t look old before this makes me look much older now.”

“I think you look mature, well you already looked mature. More mature.” I said shuffling down to the couch.

“You think I would scare Jaehee if I wore it like this?” He asked smiling as he ruffled his hair out with a shake of his head and hair returned to its normal position on his head.

“I think she would think something was wrong.” He smiled shaking his head.

“What were you doing earlier on your phone? You looked upset?” He asked concerned tone in his voice.

“Hmm oh I was just deleting photos.”

“Of him?”

“Yes of him.” Silence deafened between the two of us before he spoke again.

“You still love him?”

“I don’t love him now but I think I always will hold a place for him. There is a baby that will probably remind me of Zen every day soon.”

“Is love a strange and powerful emotion?” He asked sitting back down on the couch his arms reclined back on the couch behind him. I looked at his face searching himself for some grasp on his tone and curiosity.

“Love?” How do I describe love?

“Well love is different for everyone,” I tried to explain. “Theres the love you have for your family or your father. The love you have for your friends V, Seven, Yoosung, and Jaehee. Finally there is romantic love that you feel towards another person.”

“I love Elizabeth the Third, is that more a familial love?”

“Yes exactly shes a part of your family.”

“Familial love is similar to when Yoosung and Seven talk about chocolate milk and cat jokes?” I nodded my head smiling. Jumin trying to make mental connections to the emotions he was feeling and putting a name to the emotion and it was written on a furrowed line on his forehead. The wrinkle he gets when he is deep in concentration and deep thought. He was silent again before he spoke up once more. 

“What about romantic love?” His asked softly in my direction. 

I took my time trying to find the right words in which to describe romantic love to him that would make the most sense. Your heart starts racing uncontrollably out of your chest around them. Your face gets red when they say anything remotely similar to flirting.” He nodded his head. “Do you find it hard to eat when you think about them?” he asked genuinely. “I think so depending on the situation.”

He met my eyes in an instant, “I think I know what it is.” His hand rested on top of my hand his eyes locked with mine. His fingers grasping onto the sides of my hand and making small circular motions with his pointer finger. I took a deep intake of air before speaking “Romantic or passionate love for another person I think is when you put the other person before yourself, and you worry not just for your needs but for theirs and in a more intimate way. Physically and mentally.” 

His dark eyes stared into my own and I was memorized at the deep color of them as our eyes locked onto one another. “I think I know what it is,” he said moving closer to me on the couch. My face felt warm under his intense stare. Jumin closed the space that was between his lips within inches of my own. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his warm lips to meet mine. His hand sliding to the back of my head. 

There was a loud knock on the door. I immediately sat back and lowered my eyes to avert his own. He cleared his throat and buttoned his shirt to check the door. 

“Jumi! I came to-“ a loud and shrilling high pitched voice pierced through the air and could only belong to the voice of a red-haired, overly perfumed woman in a purple dress.

“This is not a good time Sarah.” Jumin said and she barged into his home. Sarah threw open the door that Jumin was guarding. He palmed his head in frustration. .

“Oh shes here.” I shifted in my seat making sure my little baby bump was hidden from her watchful eye. Shit. The ultrasound was on his fridge. This could implicate Jumin already more than he already was.

“shes my lover of course she would be here.” Jumin said coming to sit by me leaning on the sofa arm casually.

“I brought something for Liz!”

“Elizabeth the third?” Jumin corrected

“yes the cat,” Sarah snared back at him.

I slowly got up to make my way over to the fridge. “Shall I let you two discuss?”

“No I want you to stay.” Jumin said grabbing my hand from my side. I turned to look at him and his expression pleading for help. His slim fingers intertwined into my own.

“So how did you two officially meet?”Sarah asked trying to latch herself onto Jumin. Her breasts spilling out of her top as she attempted to press herself to his arm. Jumin immediately shook her off in disgust and need for personal space. I gave him some space as he tried to push her off of him. 

“Well-“ I started when Jumin chimed in. 

“She is the coordinator for RFA parties for a while, and-“

“I have no interest in Jumin’s businesses, he’s a genuinely kind man with a huge heart.” I added as i looked at Sarah who looked like she bit into something sour and bitter. 

 “Romantic love will never last.”

Her comment struck a nerve deep within me. 

“I know that, more than anyone.” She started going through my papers i had laying on the dining room table. I stepped in front of her putting the papers back to their location.

“You have a limited amount of time with the people you love than you spend that time doing just that.”

“I have a right to see what those documents are since I am his fiance.”

“No you don’t. and No you are not. You can leave the gift for Elizabeth on the table and then escort yourself out.” I was fuming with annoyance. Jumin was smirking behind me at how little patience I had for this woman.

“Jumin are you going to let her speak to me in such ways? I know you are faking this relationship with your secretary. Wont you let me comfort you?”

“I find no issue with her tone.Is that so? We are faking it?” He said questionably at her comment. His arms folded against his chest in annoyance.

“MC.” Jumin said grabbing my arm and pulling myself towards him closely. He felt like he was on fire from the heat he was exuding.

“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”


I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other. 

“You would kiss her in front of your own fiance!” Sarah screamed and loudly screaming at us both. Sarah must have let herself out on her own because I was too busy letting Jumin consume me with his tender kisses. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips to enter.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest. 

“I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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Sasuke was never much of a party person. It was a myriad of disasters waiting to happen, what with the hordes of people, thundering music, and enough alcohol to kill a blue whale. What was a quiet, reserved introvert supposed to do? Have a conversation with the only interesting thing in the room, the counter? Sasuke doubted he’d even know any people at this place, it was some club that his housemates wanted to spend the rest of the night at. Sasuke was new to the city, he’d moved out to it, across the country from his small hometown, in order to start university. There weren’t any prestigious schools back home, you see, and if Sasuke had any hope of making it in the competitive world, he’d have to suck it up and figure out how to make it in the city life. Luckily, his major was psychology, where his career goal was to become an adolescent psychologist. His work and study loads were often too hefty for him to have any downtime, much less social time.

So, he had to ask himself, why had he allowed his housemates to drag him all the way out here to some club he’d never heard of? Was it because Karin kept begging him to get out and enjoy life? Was it to make Suigetsu stop teasing him for being so introverted and shut in? Or, was Sasuke hoping this single, cautious venture would get his friends off his back? The answer was, ding ding ding, all three. The chances were slim, but hey, a guy can hope, can’t he? Karin said she’d been to the club a couple of times before, though it was fairly new, and she swore up and down it was a cool place. Flashy lights, good dancing music, great drinks, and an assortment of people to mingle around. For Karin, it sounded great. For Sasuke, it sounded like a nightmare. A bunch of sweaty bodies grinding against yours, a headache from the booming music, and hardly enough air in the room for everyone to breathe, nightmare. Sasuke had gotten used to hearing that he should “leave his comfort zone” and try new things, but for god’s sake, wasn’t moving hours away from home all on his own to start a demanding new life enough? That was a pretty damn far leap out of comfort for anyone!

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HTTYDxROTG AU - Dreamworks University

If Hiccup and Jack are an ordinary students and they were a roommate XD

Hiccup has a cat ,he rescue this stray cat from the car accident that made this cat lost a tail ,and name him “Toothless” because he has only one teeth. 

Hiccup conceal about his pet from father because his dad hate cat .

He had a simple student life until he met Jack Frost ,a new hot student who become his roommate ,and change his boring life to chaos life but more funny ;D

Oh and Jack has a pet too !

I want draw a DU comic if I have time XD

anonymous asked:

For Cat!Obi, can we see him and Rex on a mission together? And then Rex gets to cuddle Obi-wan when it's done.

“…Cody is going to be very jealous when we return.” Rex noted lightly, still stroking the soft furry ears of the little being on his chest.

Obi-Wan gave a tired little grunt, the noise questioning even as he flickered his tail slowly and sleepily.

“He kind of prides himself on the fact that you usually go to him for pettings, that’s all.” Rex hummed, tilting his head to peer down at the furry head on his chest, feeling the quiet purring the other was letting out as he scratched those ears.

“Well he’s not here and I want pettings. Beside, you’re part of my pride too.” Obi-Wan stretched as long as he was out over Rex chest and raised his head to peer at him lazily, the fire crackling pleasantly beside them. “So if he has any concerns he can stuff them.” The feline gave a sharp toothed little grin that got Rex to snigger.

“Yes sir.” He settled back to rubbing along the spine instead of the ears. “Are you sure you’re fine? I mean…you were nude.” The captain grinned.

“Please can we NOT mention exactly how I managed to infiltrate the Separatists HQ to anyone?” Obi-Wan sighed. “No decent Servalo would do what I did.”

“What, pretending to be a feral kitty?” Rex grinned down at him. “Leaving your clothes and all with me?”

“Yes that part.” Obi-Wan huffed as he arched up into the touch along his back. “And a bit lower and scratch please Re-oh yes that’s the spot.” He flopped, sighing happily.

“No one is going to hear it from me General Kenobi but don’t you have to file a report about the things that happen in the field?”

“…Oh fudge nuggets.” Obi-Wan couldn’t find it in him to be properly upset at the moment as the clone continued to scratch and pet him, the captain about as capable as Cody in petting his small furry body.

He just needed a bit more guidance then the commander.

“You know, it might be easier if you just told General Skywalker on your own if we’re honest.” Rex pointed out. “At least he wouldn’t be able to hold it over your head like you know he will if he finds it out from a report.”

“Oh Anakin is going to laugh anyhow. He knows how I hate pretending to be a cat.” Obi-Wan snorted then sat up on Rex chest, peering at him. “But…you are partly right I will agree, coming clean from the start will save me a multitude of teasing remarks and instead leave me with only one incident of breathless laughing while I stare him down.” The feline mused, ears twitching.

‘He is so cute. I’m almost envious of Cody for having him.’ Rex noted amusedly.

“I do have to thank you for taking care of my saber though. I don’t entrust it to just anyone if I’m honest.” Obi-Wan cocked his head.

“I know. A jedi’s saber is their life.” Rex reached out, stroking underneath the Servalo’s chin. “Thank you for trusting me General Kenobi.”

Smiling at the captain, Obi-Wan let out a deep rooted purr.

Today, I fucked up by wanting to pet a cute doggy.

My doggy. So yes, I’m biased. Still:

It’s 630AM. I stumble downstairs to get my wife’s lunch together for school (shut up, she’s a teacher). And there’s Buster, his entire body whipsawing back and forth under the force of his tail-wagging joy at the reminder that I exist as an entity. He’s already been on a three-mile run with my wife that morning, but is he the slightest bit tired? Heavens no.

I stump over to the coffee maker. Buster jams himself between me and it, his desire for Pettins an almost palpable form hanging in the air, his big soulful eyes following me like a junkie tracking a hit. I decide (well, it’s decided for me) that the Booboo better have his felt needs addressed, and I lean over to pet him, give him ear-scratchings, etc. You know the drill.

Buster, however, feels that the time it’s taking me to lean down is altogether untenable and decides to meet me halfway up. He launches all seventy-five pounds of lanky half-Chocolate Lab/ half Weimaraner muscle up at me with the speed of a thousand lasers. His weaponized skull, which I swear to Christ must be made of Adamantium or some shit, connects with my face so hard the air around us ignites. There is a massive PA-PLOOM as my eyeballs bounce off the back of the inside of my (surely freakin’ liquified) skull, purple and green shockwaves ricocheting around behind my eyelids.

I get back onto my feet (oh yeah: my lil’ Boo laid me the fuck out) and claw my way up to the kitchen sink, blood geysering everywhere from my destroyed nose. I do what any sane man would do, which is bellow something along the lines of “OH YOU FUCKING DOG” over and over again whilst bleeding into the plumbing.

This of course prompts my wife to come charging out of the bathroom, all naked and soapy from the shower, which in any other situation would be just fine with me. However, I am still shrieking invective into the sink, so I don’t actually see this. What I hear, however, is the squeak and thudity-thud of her being bodily tackled by a thoroughly freaked-out dog who is learning more about the world being a confusing place every day.

Anyhoo. Buster has calmed down now. I mopped the blood off of the floor and gave him his antler to gnaw to pieces as a calming exercise. He’s taking his mid-morning nap now. My wife was able to rinse the blood, soap and dog hair off and still get out the door on time. I’ve been sitting here with a bag of frozen peas across my eyes, hoping the shiners aren’t too bad by the time I have to go to work myself.

This is Buster. He’s my buddy and I love him very much, but omigod fuck him so much right now.


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The Little Fox Cries for a Home

He was abnormal. Even among monsters, he was an oddball—an outcast. And the small skeleton never truly knew why he received so much scorn.

He’d done nothing wrong, and yet no one wanted him.

No one talked to him.

No one even looked his way.

They all just pass by as he sat inside a cardboard box, and the little skeleton didn’t bother trying to get any attention anymore. It was futile.

Because no one wanted him.

Dark clouds loomed over the city and thunder boomed time and time again. It wasn’t long until it began to rain heavily, and everyone began rushing indoors to escape the horrid weather.

But the skeleton didn’t move. There was no reason to. And he was easily soaked to the bone. Water began to pool inside the box, and the cardboard would eventually fall apart.

But what was the point? It was useless to continue living.

The little skeleton stared blankly at the rising water. He doesn’t remember the last time he got any food, and he certainly didn’t have the energy to even move.

Despite being young, he could tell that he wouldn’t live much longer at the rate he was going at.

And he was fine with it.

There was no point in striving to live.

Not when nobody needed you.

Not when nobody wanted you.

His ears were drooped and his tails were completely soaked and heavy.

So cold. The little one was slowly losing consciousness. So cold.

“Oh dear!”

The little fox was lifted into warm arms, but unfortunately it wasn’t enough to keep him awake, and the skeleton drifted to sleep.

It’s warm. The little fox slowly woke and he found himself staring at an orange wall.

No doubt confused, the skeleton sat up. A bed, a warm blanket, and dry clothes, and his tails … He looked at all nine of them, feeling them in his hands. They were dried and back to their soft and fluffy nature. He was cleaned.

The fox looked up as he heard the door open. “Oh, looks like you’re awake. How are you feeling, buddy?”

Red eye lights stared at blank ones and didn’t speak.

“Huh. You don’t look scared.”

The monster neared, and the fox still didn’t move. Though he flinched and shut his eye sockets on impulse when the latter raised his hand.

He waited for the impact … only to feel gentle caresses on his head. He was … being petted?

The little one slowly opened his eyes and looked up to the other monster.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now.”


“My bro was lucky to find you in time.” The hand continued to pet his head, and the fox found himself leaning into the touch. The affection he greatly yearned for.

“You’ve been through a lot, huh.”

The small skeleton looked back up.

“Well, I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to stay with us.”

I can … stay? All nine tails swished from side to side at the thought of having a home. Of being taken in.

Of being wanted.

And the small skeleton lunged at the other monster, his small arms wrapping around the neck, and nuzzling the side of the head.

His owner chuckled at the response. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

A stronger set of arms began to lift him off the bed.

“And I’m thinking of calling you … Red.”

Red? My name? Is that my name? The small skeleton was over the moon. I have a name. Red. Red is my name!

“Guess you like it, huh. Well, Red. Welcome to our humble aboad. I’m Sans, and the other person you’ll meet is my brother, Papyr—Paps. His names is Paps. And he’s the one that found you.”

Sans. Paps. I have two owners! Red couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream.

And then his stomach let out a mighty roar that had Sans guffawing. “Oh right. Let’s get you something to eat.”

Food? His tails were no doubt wagging in excitement.

“My bro makes the best spaghetti. Hold on.”

There was a moment of confusion, before everything around them distorted, and Red felt disoriented.

“Sorry ‘bout that. You okay?”

“Sans! You shouldn’t be teleporting with the little one in tow!” Red looked up at the tall skeleton, and the latter looked toward him with a bright smile. “However, I am glad to see that you’ve woken up—”

“His name is Red by the way.”

“… Sans! That name isn't—”

“Don’t worry, Paps. He loves it. Go ahead, call him.”

“… Red?”

The aforementioned skeleton perked his ears up at his name, and looked at the tall skeleton questioningly.

“… You’re horrible, Sans.”

“Enough about me, bro. Red is hungry.”

“Oh, of course! Let me go fetch a bowl of my famous spaghetti—Oh, goodness. I almost forgot.”

His other owner walked to him and a gloved hand patted his head. “Welcome home, Red!”

Home … Red began to cry. Which made his owners panic and worried, but he couldn’t stop himself.

He was home.

Just wanted to write a scene … and it escalated to this. Lol. XD


More of Bisquick during waterchanges. He always wants to interact with my hands, however having a venomous barb on his tail I try to stay clear of him!

Bisquick is a freshwater stingray (Potamotrygon motoro) and as always I have to remind you that stingrays are not pets for the inexperienced keeper. Their large adult size, sensitivity to diet and water conditions, and venomous nature make them ill suited for the majority of people to own. Please visit stingrays at your local aquarium and leave them to only the most well equipped and experienced keepers.

bloody-bee-tea  asked:

"Is there a reason you're gnawing on me?" For sterek maybe?😇😊

This is perfectly acceptable. I mean it’ll be more… pre-Sterek? But I can work with this, yes siree.

*waves hands* Imagine a world where the events of S3 and onward BASICALLY DID NOT HAPPEN? Because I like to have Derek with his Pack, and also because I stopped watching within like two episodes of S4 sooo…


“Whassit?” Stiles groaned, pulling his cell over to his face, half asleep.

“Get your ass over here, Stilinski.”

Stiles groaned loudly, and said in a sour tone, “Don’t you usually run to Scott with your problems?”

Isaac made an annoyed noise. “Just get to the loft.”

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