invading the body

If your animal hurts you, take a step back and ask yourself why

This morning I am typing this with my ring finger, as my middle and thumb are pressing gauze to my index. Please excuse the typos.

I have been blessed with either docile animals and animals that love me dearly. I know I have. And when people at work ask me about hamsters in particular, I tell them I’ve been extremely lucky to never have been bitten.

This morning Bernie decided to tell me that he thinks his cage is more of an apartment and he would like a spacious house more. I knew that day would come - he is a Syrian after all, and very few cages really exist for them - but I was hoping it would take more than two days. I bought the biggest cage that could house him but he is not a fan. He has experienced life outside out of the box he was in at work and goddamn he is gonna enjoy it.

The only cages big enough are only available online where I live and take one to two months to ship. I told Bernie this, but of course being a hamster, he didn’t care. So I gave him a tissue box with a few pulled out, stuck some noms inbetween the sheets, and made a digging cave for him.

Not good enough, man. I booped his snoot, and he bit me.

So first off, hamster teeth hurt like a motherfucker.

Secondly, I wasn’t mad. I did yell out a foul word, but more out of pain than any anger at him. It’s not his fault. He just wants s bit more room AND his cool toys, not one or the other. I left to grab some gauze but I came right back, and took Bernie out, and we had ourselves an explore on my bed, which IS much larger than his cage, obviously. Bernie had a blast. He tunneled under sheets. He tunneled under pillows. He climbed Pillow Mountain. He wanted to rappel down the sides of the Bed Cliffs (Mama said no).

Bernie is now back in his cage thinking he is Hot Shit. And while out of cage time is important, it’s equally important that his actual cage be big enough so that I can work an eight or ten or twelve hour shift and come home and go right to bed, and know that he’s okay and not bored. In the meantime, I’m thinking of going to Walmart and buying one of those long bins used to store sheets and making him a maze out of cardboard. A big maze, with empty passages and passages stuffed with bedding and chambers big and stuffed with bedding to tunnel through. He’d like that. I’ll keep it once the big cage comes in, but hopefully this will tide him over while he lives in the apartment cage.

Bernie bit me to show he was frustrated. He wants to run NOW, not in two hours, not in two months. NOW.

Luna, Apollo, and Aisha, my cats, don’t bite and never have, but they do occasionally scratch. Not on purpose. They’re trying to get down or get up, they slip, or something exciting or scary happens and they need to book it. And it hurts every time.

You’re going to get hurt if you own a pet. You’re going to get bitten or scratched - by them, their equipment, etc. If they’re a bigger animal, you’re going to get body slammed from time to time. It’s okay.

I’m not saying you can’t yell FUCK when the pain hits. It’s actually scientifically proven that that helps lessen the pain. But don’t blame your pets. Look around and try to see it from their perspective. Maybe they’re tired, or something scared them. Maybe they have to pee. Maybe you’re bugging the crap out of them, or they want to play in an animal way, not in a people way. Maybe it was genuinely an accident and your body invaded the space they’d intended to put their body.

It’s okay. Talk to them calmly. Grab a bandaid or some Tylenol. Don’t yell at them. Don’t hit them. Don’t be mad at them. They’re just trying to talk to you and it’s not their fault you don’t speak hamster or bird or lizard, etc etc.

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos 
Pairing:Jungkook x reader
Length: 13002 words
Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood


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“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie

“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts

“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”

“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”

“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him

“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt

Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.

“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep

The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.

He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.

“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration

“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”

“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob

“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line

“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”

“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande?  You have a thing for brunette girls these days”

“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair

Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you. 

Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.

“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”

“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied

“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”

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pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | + | (completed)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: angst, smut / idol au

word count: 9,925

description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated. 

You could feel the music pulsing around your body as you swayed in time with the beat. There were packs of dancing figures surrounding you, and you suddenly felt the need for a break from the suffocating atmosphere. You wiggled your way through the mob of people until you reached the outside, and took in a relieved breath; but you immediately regret it because your lungs are instantaneously filled with cigarette smoke from the abundance of lounging celebrities.

You had somehow managed to make it into the VIP section of the club that night, probably due to the short red dress that hitched higher and higher up your legs with every movement you made. It was strange, every time you turned your head there was another famous person catching your eye. You weren’t too into celebrity culture, but you couldn’t help but find it kind of surreal seeing all these people that were usually just pictures in a magazine, or pixels on a screen, standing right before your eyes.

You couldn’t stop the fit of coughing that overtook you, as you tried to expel the rancid smoke that had invaded your body. You stumbled forward slightly, as you tried to make your way to the bar for a drink, when you suddenly feel a hand being placed on your back. You whip your head to the side to try and politely ask the stranger to not touch you, but when his face comes into view all of your words are lost.

There was no mistaking his raven black hair that paired with his fiery eyes, which contrasted greatly with his cute bunny-like smile.

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anonymous asked:

A lot of people say the music of Gorillaz saved them and inspire them. What about the characters? Do the characters also do the same for you?

Oh, YES, they do!! A lot!!!!! ❤️ I have SO much to say about the characters all the time! They’ve definitely helped me, and lots of others, out! For so many reasons!!

Originally posted by noodlelove15

But something I really love about Gorillaz is how the characters aren’t perfect people. In fact, they all have possible mental issues and can be very interesting and real people, despite being cartoons.

Murdoc was abused as a child, and grew up constantly being told he was ugly. He has extreme mood swings, a drinking problem, and possible schizophrenia. He was also implied to be sexually assaulted when he was a child.

2D was abused as well, by Murdoc, and is in pain constantly. He went through major accidents that damaged him mentally and physically. He’s addicted to pills and is constantly stressed out. He’s always called stupid and his mind is often scrambled.

Russel grew up being vulnerable to possession. He lost his friends in a drive-by shooting, and their souls invaded his mind and body. He’s also constantly insulted for being fat. He had to take medication for his depression and has attempted suicide. He’s terribly paranoid and isn’t sure who to trust, and just wants to rest.

Noodle was brainwashed into forgetting all her history and suffered from constant nightmares as a child. She was raised by three unstable adults and never knew her true parents. She was gunned down and constantly on the run. She had been trained in a super soldier programme that could turn her into a killing machine.

Each Gorillaz member has gone through trauma, and sometimes they still struggle today. They are not flawless, and their lives aren’t either.

But they have each other. They’re all pretty much stuck together, and are a family. A crazy, dysfunctional family that fight and dance and perform and laugh and cry and have fun and try to survive.

I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s true.

They’re important to each other. It’s complicated, and oftentimes sad, and usually fun, and always, always crazy.

They’re all kind of tragic characters, but at the same time, they’re so inspirational and powerful.

They show us that no matter what problems we’re facing, we can always get up and improve and make music and go on adventures and meet amazing people.

We can get better, we can enjoy ourselves, we can fall in love, we can live life. Despite ourselves doubting it all the time.

We can be happy.

Gorillaz have each other, and they always will.
And they’ll always have us and we’ll always have them. ❤️

howsbusiness-noneofyours  asked:

Okay, question. Before following you, I hadn't even HEARD of animorphs. And I see it a lot from you. What is it?!

Animorphs is the story of five ordinary teenagers who discover that aliens invading their planet. They meet an alien from a race that opposes the invaders who gives them the ability to shapeshift into animals to fight the invaders and protect their planet. Cue wacky hijinks and cool animal shapeshifting and awesome space adventures!

Except not. Animorphs takes the whole ‘teen superheroes get up, go to school, save the world’ trope and deconstructs it HARD. The kids aren’t even close to equipped to deal with this war; the enemy is huge, powerful, and ruthless. Super-healing comes as a happy side effect of their shapeshifting, which is a good thing because they get into physical combat a LOT and are constantly being disembowelled and having limbs ripped off and soforth. Also, the invaders are body-snatchers, who climb into the heads of their victims and control them utterly, being privy to their every thought and memory, meaning that all the ‘enemies’ whose throats the kids rip out in battle are in fact innocent slaves. One of the kids finds out almost immediately that his older brother, who he loves and respects, is a helpless slave of the enemy, living a nightmare in his own head — and who would kill his little brother without hesitation if he ever found out who he was. The bad guys use the kids’ high school and the local boy-scout-esque community group as tools of manipulation and recruitment, meaning that the kids are surrounded constantly not only by enemies but by innocents being led straight to the enemy and they can’t do a damn thing but watch it happen. A main character tries to commit suicide in book 3 and I think the PTSD nightmares start about book 5. The kids can’t tell their parents why they wake up screaming, of course, any more than they can hug them and tell them they love them right before going into a deadly battle — their parents might be under the control of the enemy, and could kill them at any moment.

As the series goes on, the war gets more complicated. The violent, knife-covered alien footsoldiers the kids are constantly fighting in battle aren’t so violent. The bad guys aren’t so bad. The good guys aren’t so good. And these kids, who are thirteen when this all starts, have to figure that out, because there’s nobody else to do it. Is it okay to use biochemical warfare against the enemy? Is it okay to keep fighting and kill innocents in defense of other innocence? Is it alright to use drugs against the enemy, even if the side effects have negative consequences for their slaves? The Big Bad has a habit of decapitating henchmen who fail, and the Animorphs sometimes need to work against their leader’s enslaved brother… what if the Big Bad kills him? Can they back off, sell out part of the human race just to protect a human they happen to know and love? Eventually, a resistance movement develops among the body snatchers and some of them refuse to take unwilling hosts and will only inhabit volunteers — but where’s the line between free consent and coercion when you’re trapped between opposing forces in a war, when your family is in danger? 

Despite having six main characters (they pick up an alien to join them shortly into the story), the protagonists are as well developed as the grey areas they fight in. The character development is amazing as you watch the war break them all in different ways. The charismatic kid who is nominated leader mostly because he has no glaring flaws prohibiting him from the job has no choice but to take it seriously, and can’t show weakness or fear, so he lets nobody help him as he slowly breaks inside and starts treating people like pawns. The clear-sighted realist and head strategist who deals with tragedy with humour, using jokes and sarcasm to hold the team together and give them roles to hold onto, who gets better and better at planning until he realises that the plans and outcomes are all that matters to him even if they involve the death of people he loves… and thinks of this as a good thing. The brash bombshell with more courage than anyone, who shields her friends with her strength and her body and leaving nobody to shield her, who deals with her fear by doing her job until the anger and rage and violence is all that’s left. The philosophising environmentalist, who entered the war as a force of nature nominated to save her planet and has to compromise on line after line until she doesn’t even know how to protect her friends any more. The neglected orphan with no connection to any human being, who finds friends in the fight and fights for them, not humanity… knowing that when it’s over, he’ll have nothing. The alien cadet who just wants to go home and somehow ended up with the honour of his famous brother and the fate of a planet on his shoulders, who tried to operate under his own people’s laws and moral code in a completely different world. 

It’s really good, basically. And it’s been released online for free here:


Imagine being infuriatingly jealous watching Dean flirt at a bar. 

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut (that wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. *shrugs*)

Word Count: 3.3k (sorry, it got out of hand)

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic SEVEN. The line requested was, The line “I could go into detail, but I’m not going to.” was requested by @blackcatstiel . It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including a gif submission from the lovely @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog . Thanks Mimi! This one got away from me QUICK. I never meant for it to be so damn long. I know you only request angst and fluff. Hope the smut doesn’t turn you off. It just had to be written. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. This one was damn fun to write.

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Open the door

Genre : Smut

Paring : Namjoon x Reader

Summary : 2am on Halloween’s night. Your boyfriend is away for promoting & you’re home alone while the moon is high in the sky. Suddenly, someone knocks on your door.

Soundtrack : You Say I’m Crazy - Lulu Rouge []

Warning :

- Kinky as fuck.

- English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡

Being alone on Halloween night makes you sadder than you thought. This has always been your favorite holiday, enjoying the spooky & childish atmosphere, too happy to decorate your apartment with dozens of candles, pumpkins, bats and fill all your jars with candy. You knew that Namjoon & the boys wouldn’t be here tonight, still in the middle of their promotion in Japan, but you thought that giving sweets to the children ringing at your door would at least cheer you up. You waited until one o'clock in the morning for someone to ring at your door, but no child came to claim a trick or a treat.

It’s now 2am and you still don’t feel like sleeping, feeling too bad for that. How sad is it to spend Halloween night all alone… You’re slumped on your couch, stirring your fingers in a jar filled with candy that you don’t even have the heart to eat. You really miss Namjoon and even if you just have to wait a few days before seeing him again, tonight the distance is much more difficult to bear. On top of that, he doesn’t answer your texts, but you guess that at this late hour of the night, your man must surely sleep. You sigh, your knees swaying slowly in the air while your eyes wanders on the ceiling. The silence of your apartment becomes almost deafening and you wonder if you should not go to sleep anyway.

Then, you hear three knocks on your door.

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Not sure on cute and funny, but definitely silly LOL. No Vanderwood, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to write him. Still hope you like this!^^


RFA + Saeran scaring MC


  • You got home and saw his text asking you to meet him at the rooftop
  • It was a beautiful full moon and he wanted you to see it~
  • Well, the beautiful full moon was there, where the hell is Zen?
  • Then you heard it, coming from behind you:
  •  “Awooooo!”
  • Yep, Zen howling… cause it’s a full moon and he’s a wolf. Get it?
  • You could have just shrieked and he would tell you you’re so cute when you’re scared, but you decided to go a little further.
  • So you made a horrified expression and rolled your eyes, falling to your fake fainting
  • He made an even more horrified expression and caught you before you would hit the ground.
  • “Oh no… please babe, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, please… wake up…” you open one eye and smile playfully. “Oh yeah, Zenny, you’re right, it’s a beautiful moon, indeed.”


  • You convinced him to play a scary game with you
  • And the boy was doing his best, playing and trying not to let you see he was scared to shit
  • The game was over and you got up, telling him you were going to get some water.
  • Oh… so you’re going to the kitchen… and leaving him alone… here… in the dark… with the creepy soundtrack from the game still playing…  ALONE… IN THE DARK…
  • He was terrified, but didn’t want you to notice.
  • So he didn’t run as he wanted, he went all quietly… trying to keep it cool…
  • “Hey honey, I…” “OH MY GOD, YOOSUNG! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?” you jump, spilling the water in the sink and floor.
  • He looks at you confused, you seemed so chill playing the game and… wait a minute.
  • “MC, are you scared?” “Wh-what? Of… of course not!” you chuckle nervously, he laughs and brings you for a hug.
  • “Good, I’m… I’m not scared either… I’ll get the cloth to clean this…” he heads toward the laundry, you hold his arm “Wait, I’ll… go with you…” Boy is internally thanking God you’re not letting him go alone to that damn laundry


  • You were discussing some ideas to boost sales
  • You suggested decorating the café for Halloween
  • Maybe some spooky recipes for cupcakes and beverages?
  •  Yep! Lady has been working all morning on these cake pops who look like gory eyeballs
  • You knew she was working on this, you just didn’t get the memo on how… realistic the eyeballs looked
  • Jaehee stepped into the kitchen and saw you staring at the cake pops with a petrified expression.
  •  “M-MC? Do they look that horrible?” “Y-yes…yes, they do…”
  • Oh… she’s not sure if she should take it as in: “oh, they look horrible because they look real” or horrible as in “this sucks”
  • Well, judging from our face they look scary, so… horrible as in horror. And usually she wouldn’t play with you, but your expression is just too priceless.
  • “Well, I hope they at least taste nice…” P R I C E L E S S


  • You got home, completely soaked due to the heavy storm outside
  • You were worried about him, he texted you saying he was on his way home, but the rain probably made him and Driver Kim stuck in traffic
  •  He tried to call you, but the service was bad and all you heard was something similar to static…
  • Elizabeth showed up and jumped in your lap, and you took as a sign everything was okay.
  • Yes… everything is okay. Soon he’ll be here… you better relax and get some dry clothes…
  • You went to the bathroom, but couldn’t finish your shower when the power went off and the water turned cold
  • But the worst thing wasn’t that, it was the figure standing right in front of the bathroom door. When you opened, a lightning struck and you saw them there.
  • You screamed your lungs out, almost falling on the floor until you heard a familiar voice.
  • “MC? Are you alright? It’s me… Jumin.” You would laugh at him stating his name as if you didn’t recognize his voice, if only you weren’t so mad. “Oh my God, Jumin… you really need to start making noises… why didn’t you tell me you were waiting in front of the door?
  •  “The power went off before I had the chance to join you in shower, so I thought I could at least greet you…” you’re so relieved he can’t see how much you’re blushing.


  • The light bulbs started flickering
  • You thought it was just some electrical problem, but… they would only flicker when you would step into the room
  • Then… the light in the kitchen went off out of nowhere… by itself
  • Saeyoung was out to get some groceries, so you called him
  • “Tell me you’re on your way.” You said. “Yeah, I’ll just grab some munchies, why? Something wrong?”
  • “I… I don’t know… there’s something wrong with the lights, I… how can fluorescent light bulbs flicker?” “Uh oh…”
  • “What is ‘uh oh…’?” “Oh, uhm… maybe it’s some electrical interference caused by a spaceship passing by?” What the hell?
  • “What?” “You know… aliens… they could be out there messing with light bulbs and… invading humans bodies… you know?” he is the one messing with the bulbs, isn’t he?
  • You decide to play along “Hum, I see… so there’s no way I can know if I’m talking to Saeyoung or the alien who took him as a host?” “Ah, you’re smart, no wonder he fell for you…”
  • “Yeah? So please, Mr. Alien, tell Saeyoung if he doesn’t stop trying to scare me, he’ll have to sleep in the spaceship… or the couch.” The lights stopped flickering and, in a matter of minutes, Saeyoung was there. Nothing is scarier than when you mention the couch.


  • You guys had a little much to drink that night
  • You woke up in the middle of the night and found his side of bed empty
  • You found him on the kitchen table, staring at something over it.
  • You came close and saw a glass and something else… a board?
  • A little drunk and very sleepy, you could swear the glass moved by itself…
  • Holy fuck! Is that an Ouija board?
  • “What are you doing, Jihyun?” “Oh, hey my love… can’t sleep either? Come here and help me play…” Holy baby Jesus!
  • “I… I rather not, thank you…” “Why, it’s fun, come here…” there was something sinister about his voice…
  • “No, Jihyun! And you should stop with whatever you’re doing! This thing is evil!” “Evil…? Oh my love, there’s nothing evil with jigsaw puzzles…” now he sounded like he was wining and sniffing… he was just drunk too.
  • He asked you in the morning if you remember something about talking about an Ouija board with him last night… “You should start going easy on the wine, Jihyun…” you both, actually.


  •  You were bored and alone at home, might as well watch a movie
  • So you went classic and picked “Psycho”
  • And after you’ve finished watching it, you decided to take a shower. Saeran would be here soon to pick you up for a date
  • You were washing your hair and let the water from the shower wash away the shampoo in your forehead.
  • When you opened your eyes, there was a silhouette behind the shower curtain.
  • You screamed and put your arms in front of your head. “Ahhh, don’t hurt me, please!”
  • “What the hell are you doing? Don’t scare me like that!” you opened your eyes and looked up, only to find Saeran with widen eyes and chest falling and rising quickly.
  •  “Saeran… how did you…? Why are you…?” “You gave me the keys to your place, and you weren’t answering, so I… came to the bathroom to check on you. Why… did you think I was going to hurt you?”
  •  “Oh… I thought you were Norman Bates, I’m sorry.” “Who the hell is that?”
  • So date night tuned into movie night, and it was so much better watching a suspense with him next to you.
It Takes Three (Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairings: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Polyamorous Relationship (No Stucky)

Word Count: 3,484

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut, Dom!Steve, Sub!Reader, Sensual Bucky, Smut

Rating: NC-17 (Mature, 18+)

Summary: Reader is in a polyamorous relationship with Steve and Bucky.  Practically Porn with Plot!

A/N: This is my first time writing another character besides Steve/Chris.  I hope I did good!  Depending on the amount of love I get from this, maybe I will add another part in the future……

It didn’t take long to fall in love with the two super soldiers after meeting them that one fateful day in the bakery in which you worked.  You usually worked behind closed doors, decorating the cakes, but on that day, it was as if something pulled you to the front and that was when you met them; Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes.  The minute you laid eyes on them, your breath was stolen from you.  

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Breaking The Law

Summary: What’s better to be handcuffed, alone in the sheriff’s office while your dad and you girlfriend are eating pizza without you? Well. Your friend passing by and deciding to do things to you while you’re immobilized.

Word count: 6522

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warning: Contains smut… or well sexual things. You know. Including some parts of the body and strong feelings. Y’all old enough to know what it means.

A/N: Okay so I was so excited to post this I won’t wait lol. Thanks to @maddie110201 who proofreaded it and told me it was a cool fic. Something like that. I’m a bit proud I guess? Let me know what you thought, and it was the third choice in the voting I made back when… a while ago. And for the sake of the story just imagine there’s no computer on the desk. And it’s actually his dad office not the whole office. Okay. Nice, thanks!

Forever tag list I forever forget: @multilovee  @5sospoplikerock @rosecoloredshawn

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Made of Skin and Bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, make out

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

Tags: at the end. ARE NOW CLOSED (sorry guys) I wrote them again one by one I really hope this time they work

A/N: So sorry guys for the delay, here I’m again! :)

9. Shore

Arrows whilst around your heads making you wince and yell every time you hear them nail in some surface. James is dragging you running through the trees, zigzagging and dodging the sharp arrows with difficulty. Your lungs hurt from the effort and the panic.

Suddenly James pushes you under a great hollowed root and covers your mouth with one hand. It is difficult to keep silence because of your laborious breathing and he presses your head against his chest trying to quell the little noises coming out of your mouth. You’re sure your heart is about to explode and you want to cry, who the hell is trying to kill you?

- Shhh - he tries to calm you down 

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Baby Daddy: Birth

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


N/A - this is scene is so magic I just had to have it on this imagine, even though it’s not a gif. I’m sorry it took so long to be out, as I said, I was sick. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. :)


Imagine: You and Klaus are chilling and talking at a large bed when you suddenly goes into labour. 

Word Count: 2817

Resting in a huge soft mattress, you thought about no one bothered to let you know how hard being pregnant was. The fact you had a little person growing inside of you was weird. Oh, if only that was it… The baby kicked, twisted and danced a lot, making a whole party in your uterus. Every. Single. Day. And Klaus, who should be helping and regretting for putting you through this, would only laugh, saying it was cute. Also, that she had his impulsive genes. God, you hoped he was wrong!

“Oh no, baby.” You whispered, feeling it move. “I know it’s tight in there, but try to stay still.”

“Are you in pain, love?”

“Huh? Nah, I’m fine. A little bit uncomfortable, though.”

“It’s almost over.” He sat straight in the bed and stroke your belly, which made you smile. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s daddy.”

The baby girl kicked, almost as if she recognised who was talking to her. Klaus let a genuine grin slip under the response of his daughter and your heart warmed up at the sight. It was wonderful to see him as his true version. No anger, no resentment, not anything, just the man you have come to love very much.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

You giggled, stretching your arm to touch the wrinkle formed between his eyebrows from the frowning. Klaus grasped your wrist, carefully, then placed a kiss on the soft skin, making you shudder. Yes, it did not matter that you were nine months pregnant, the man still managed to soak up your panties.

“Not fair, Niklaus…”

“I miss you so much…” He hummed against your forehead. “Your silky moans when I go down on you. Or the mewls whenever a kiss you right here.”

Klaus leant in, nuzzling on your neck and letting your scent intoxicate him. The reaction came pretty quickly to you, for it made you clutch a lock of his hair and pull it as hard as you could. He groaned, tightening the grip on your shoulders. After a lot of teasing, the blond man finally kissed you. His plump and warm lips connected to yours in a perfect match.

“Hum, allowed to make a fun fact?” Your voice was merely a whisper, while you stared deep into his blue eyes.

“Go ahead.”

“I know an effective method to help start the labouring process.”

“Like actually help you get that baby out sooner?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Share it, then!” 

You laughed.

“We need to have sex. Lots of it.”

"W-What?” He stuttered, surprised. “Sex helps?”

“It does.”

“So let’s get that started.”

The Mikaelson attacked your lips once more, only this time more wildly and lewd. You smirked between kisses, grasping the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. However, before you could go any further, a sharp pain invaded your body, which lead you to stop everything.

“What is it, love?”

“Don’t freak out, OK?”

“I can’t promise anything when you say it like that… Come on, Y/N, tell me what is going on!”

“Alright.” You clenched your jaw, enduring the second contraction. “The baby is coming.”

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Pretty sure.”

“What do I do?” Klaus looked lost and you felt sorry for him. 

“I don’t know!” You cried, feeling the pain crawling up your body again. “Go off to find Davina, she might have herbs or any knowledge that could help.”

“I won’t leave you alone.”

“Please, Klaus! I don’t think I can withstand this much pain.” Your voice was now barely a whisper. “Get Davina. For me.”

“Alright. But Rebekah and Elijah will be with you while I get the witch. Stay still.”

“Yeah, I’ll do my best.” You retorted, sarcastic. 

Like you could actually move from where you were under such a unbearable pain. It was utterly awful, something like being torn apart from the insides. Again, a scream slipped, which made you realise that keeping it together was no longer an option. Heck, you needed your brothers so much… Damon would make the whole situation lighter, whilst Stefan could give you support. You sighed, hating the idea of them not being around. 

“OK, screw this. I’m calling them.” You reached your cell, which was lying on the nightstand and dialled the Salvatore mansion’s number. 


Urgh, hi, brother. I’m sorry I’ve been so… Ah! Absent lately.”

You sound tired.

“I am. That’s exactly why I called you.”

Because you’re tired?”

You giggled and shook your head.

“No, I called because your niece decided that today is the day she comes to meet this world. Oh, for God’s sake this hurts!”

What?!” His voice sounded like he was shocked. “You’re having the baby right now?”

“Sort of.” You shrugged and Klaus returned to the room, bringing two of his siblings with him. “Can you come?”

Yes, of course I can. I’ll be there in five.

He hung up and you were left alone with your new found family, which were incredibly silent. 

The Mikaelson siblings soon shook it off, splitting and begginning to work on making you comfortable. Rebekah sat by your side, cleaning your forehead with a warm white cloth, while Elijah brought some clean sheets and a towel, probably for the baby. Klaus, on the other hand, kept looking at you with desaprovement infused on his eyes. There was no doubt that he was acting like that because of the call. Your boyfriend developed a huge resentment towards Damon and Stefan and it did not matter what you said on the subject, the man would not cave in.  

“OK, do not give me that look. Get me my witch and don’t worry about my siblings.”

“You shouldn’t have called them here!" 

"Niklaus Mikaelson, I’m giving birth to your daughter. It’s no time to be fighting, alright?”

“She’s right, Nik. We need as much help as we can get." 

He huffed and crossed his arms. 

"This is not over.”

“I really don’t care, Klaus.” You sighed. “Just help me, OK? We can discuss everything later. After she’s born and safe.”

Since the Mikaelson could not bear the sight of you hurting, he agreed to your terms and left to find Davina. A second later, another set of labouring cramps came and, heck, you were so going to need drugs. 

[A couple of hours later]

“Bekah, this hurts!” You whimpered, screwing your eyes shut. 

“Oh, darling. I know it does.”

The blonde stroke your forehead, which by now was all covered in sweat. 

“Thanks for being here." 

Your mere whisper made the girl smile. Poor Rebekah. She was doing everything she could to make you comfortable, yet, as the time passed, the ache only grew worse. And nothing in that goddamned house was able ease what you were feeling. 

"Elijah, please, call out brother." 

"He doesn’t seem to be getting the calls at all.”

“She needs him, don’t you see?”

“I can watch out for her.” Stefan said, stepping out the couch near the big window. “I’m used to that by now, since she’s my sister.

Oh, yes. He had arrived a little after your boyfriend left, offering his support and helping hand. Yet, despite all of the good intentions the Salvatore had, he was definitely not allowed to come close. Doomed to observe you from a cold furniture. It was rather sad. However, there was not much you could do about it. 

“Oh, dear Stefan. I’m not sure my brother would appreciate if we allow you to do that.”

“And we certainly don’t care.” A sassy voice echoed, coming from the door. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to take my baby sister away from you guys.”


“Thank me later, sis.”

“Are you crazy?” Elijah questioned, eyes widened. “We are not letting you get Y/N away from here. Otherwise…”

“… Klaus will go oh so pyschotic and destroy the whole town? Yeah, I know. Save it. I’ll take her to Bonnie, she has some witchy stuff that will help.”

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