so here is his dumb face

Damn it, are you drunk? {Theo Raeken}

gif is not mine, credits to the owner. ♥

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Words: 963

Warnings: idk, mentions of sex??

Summary: The reader gets drunk and Theo have to control himself to take care of her

A/N: This is probably gonna suck :/ Read at your own risk and let me know what you think.

Theo Raeken was a lot of things ­— a good liar, an ambitious chimera, even a little hot headed sometimes. However, if there was one thing he was not, was dumb. So when his bell rang and Y/N stood by his door with a mysterious smile on her face, Theo knew that something was up.

“Y/N,” he greeted, showing her his usual smirk. “What brings you here?”

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was that she would trip on the small degree in front of his door, falling straight into his arms while laughing hysterically. Usually, she would be embarrassed as hell if something like that happened, but to his surprise, she just ignored the occurred and shakily stood up, staring at him with an uncharacteristic smile.

“Theo~” she muttered in a sing-sang voice, glad to see him.

Theo raised his brows. “Are you…?”

The pieces suddenly settled in his mind, and reality hit Theo like a truck at full charge.

“Damn it, are you drunk?”

Y/N didn’t bothered in answer; instead, she tip-toed in front of him and pressed her lips to his so quickly that Theo couldn’t even think about what to do, confirming his suspicions. Her arms embraced his neck and her rosy lips were soft and hurried against his own, tasting clearly as some whisky Theo had proved before. He resisted the urge to kiss her back, to press his body against hers and deepen the kiss, but could not spare the chance to enjoy the feeling of her lips touching his so willingly.

“Stop,” he managed to break the kiss somehow, knowing that this wasn’t right, no matter how he wanted it to be. Control yourself. Breath. “Stop it, Y/N.”

“No,” she stated dizzily, senseless hugging him closer and pouting like a kid, her lips ghosting over his. “I’m so lonely, why are you being so cold?”

“You are not thinking straight.”

Y/N mumbled a few incomprehensible words, shook her right hand vigorously as if to make her point clear, and leaned in for another kiss, but Theo cleverly dodged it right before her mouth touched his, earning an unhappy whimper from her. Unfortunately, her kiss attained to his neck, making him gasp lightly.

God, you have to stop,” Theo nearly begged before quickly moving her hands away from his face, holding her wrists to prevent her from touching him again. He wasn’t sure that he could control himself if he didn’t keep her away enough.

She stumbled on her own feet, trying to get her hands free from his grasp uselessly.

“Why…?” she asked with a flash of innocence in her stunned eyes. “Don’t you want me anymore?”

These words almost made Theo succumb to his will and forget what was right; damn it his conscience, he couldn’t stop thinking about her ever since their first night together. He couldn’t forget her warm kisses, her soft skin or the way she reacted to his touch, and now she was right in front of him, asking if he wasn’t attracted for her anymore as if it would be even possible. Theo wanted nothing more than to attach his lips to hers and show her how much he wanted to be with her again, but something was holding him back, making him think twice.

A feeling of pure affect for her and deep caring for her wellbeing — something he had never felt for anyone before. He didn’t wanted her to do something that she would regret later, he didn’t wanted to take advantage of her.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Theo said honestly, still holding her wrists firmly.

Y/N struggled on Theo’s grasp, desperately trying to get free.

“Show me then,” she asked sweetly.

He nearly chuckled, nearly. “I would love to, sweetheart, but I can’t.”

Y/N looked at him disappointed, and then loosened her own weight in his arms, forcing Theo to release her hands to catch her by the waist, impeding her from falling straight to the floor. She gave him a childish smile, wrapping her arms around his neck immediately.

“Am I your sweetheart?” she asked happily, her face so close to his that he could smell the alcohol on her breath.

“You’re such a child,” Theo said with a smile, staring at her innocent expression. It wasn’t longer before she leaned in and planted a kiss on his chin, earning a soft, unexpected chuckle.

Why did she drank that much?

Truth was, Theo was enjoying himself deep down. He was enjoying the fact that she thought about him on her drunk state, that she came to him and that she was so shamelessly saying those things willingly, things she would never have said sober. She was too self-conscious to say anything this daring.  

When sober, Y/N was always discreet and contained to a point that it was even hard to know what she was thinking or what she wanted. Theo always had a hard time trying to guess what she needed, and he was the one to tease her any chance he had. She was usually sweet and even innocent, normally blushing with minimal words.

The woman in Theo’s arms was not that girl.

“I’m never letting you drink again,” Theo decided, lifting her up bridal-style. Y/N chuckled hysterically on her drunk state before resting her head on his chest, apparently starting to feel tired, finally.

He carried her to his bedroom carefully, trying not to think about the last time the two had been in a room alone. Placing Y/N on his bed, Theo noticed that she was already with her eyes closed peacefully.

He sighed, leaned down and kissed her forehead softly, trying not to wake her up.

“Good night, drunk.”

Of course, when she wake up next morning, he would the tease the hell out of her.

A/N: I’m writing a part 2 for this, but I’m not sure if I should post it, so I would appreciate if you let me know what you think. Thank you for reading! ♥

Done Chapter 1: Not a Joke

Langst fic based off this idea here

to read it on a03

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

He couldn’t even remember the final words that did it. They were just like the others he’d heard over and over for months, he hardly thought it mattered. Lance didn’t care anymore anyways. What did it matter, he got the point he wasn’t a part of them, how they said it didn’t change that.

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Noona, Unnie (4)

Member: Jimin (Jimin x Reader x OC)

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut  : Poly! BTS

Word Count: 2426

A/N: iight yall, Imma level with ya. My dumb ass thought I queued part 3 ½  to post after the most recent part of Jimin, CEO. OBVIOUSLY that wasn’t the case but by the time I realized it, it was late and I was lazy :P So here is part 3 ½ and 4 combined for a longer Chapter 4.

I know I don’t much feedback but I’d really appreciate feedback on this.

                ~~  Meet Unnie  ~  One  ~  Two  ~  Three  ~~


You screamed into Jimin’s left ear as Unnie did the same to the right ear.

A wide smile spread across his face but his eyes stayed closed. He rolled over with a laugh, an arm tucked seemingly uncomfortably under him and his other arm flung lazily around Unnie’s waist to pull her down next to him. Your smile faltered a bit but you laid on his back. He chuckled happily.

Despite the unbalanced dynamic IT’S JIMIN’S BIRTHDAY! And oh how how you loved birthdays! Your lovers’ especially.

Jealousy couldn’t ruin this. Birthdays brought out a happiness in you that you couldn’t explain.

“Ok come on.” You said after a moment. With swift tug, the covers were completely off of him. He chuckled and stood up, attempting to walk with Unnie but you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room with excitement.

Nearly pushing him onto the couch, you posed in front of a huge, nicely decorated piece of paper.

He read the big words on the top aloud. “Birthday Schedule?”
You nodded excitedly as Unnie came to sit on the arm of the couch, with a smile almost as bright as yours.

“She has been planning for months.” she whispered to him.

He nodded and smiled too.

“OK so first a set up breakfast at your favorite place. Then…”

They let you ramble excitedly until your were rushing them off to get changed. Scurrying to your room, you hoped this would be as exciting as you planned.

“I don’t think I can move.” Jimin complained.

He and Noona came into the dark apartment and he immediately fell back onto the couch. You were parking the car but you still had way more energy than you should. Mostly fueled by what you had to end the night.

She chuckled. “But you are content I assume?”

A smile spread across his face. “Definitely.”

The day had been packed with good food, friends, his parents meeting you for breakfast, and more gifts than he could count.

“Oh! Before you get too sleepy we have to post a thank you and a picture with all your gifts from fans.”

He let his arm slip off the couch in laziness. “We can do it tomorrow. Plus alot of stuff is still in the car. There’s no way Y/N can bring it all up herself.”

Before she could make a comment on how she doubts that, he had already reached out to bring her closer. She landed next to the couch with a huff. “I thought you were tired.”

“I have enough energy for a final present.” He said with closed lids and a grin.

She smacked her teeth and he opened his eyes enough to catch the small smile she was trying to repress.

Without another word he captured her lips in a languid kiss. She was hesitant but even tired, he was hard to pull away from.

Just as she melted in the kiss, you were struggling at the front door. You were able to the door open before his book fanart could slip through your arms. You sat everything down near the front door before locking it behind you.

It had been a long day but you still had one more thing to do. A call of his name died in your throat before you even opened your mouth. Seeing the two of them already so heated drained the rest of your energy. You weren’t sure why but all the birthday excitement was finally weighing on you. You just wanted to sleep.

With careful steps you made your way to your room, at this point getting more and more used to being in there.



The calm dream of sitting near a lake turned into your back laid in the grass with an undeniable heat growing in your stomach. One hand held onto the imaginary green as the other gripped someone’s hair between your legs.

Slowly, you were pulling from your dream, feeling the person more vividly.


Both hands now gripping the person’s hair as your eyes tried to open. You felt it clearly now. A smooth pair of lips placing kisses over your heat. Hands ran up and down your inner thighs telling you exactly who it was. Only one person caressed your thighs like that.

“Unnie.” you called hoarsely. You felt her smile against your inner thigh before laying a kiss there.

You shuddered at her gentle touches. A soft moan slipped past your lips. “Unnie.”

She glanced up at you, removing a hand from your thigh to run a finger up your folds. Her touch wasn’t foreign but it had been a minute since you last felt her touching you so intimately. Momentarily lost in thought, she slipped a finger past your entrance.

Your mouth opened in a breathless ‘O’.

“Has it been a minute, sweetie?” her voice low and seductive. “You’re tighter than I remember.”

She commented with a smile, slipping another finger in before curling them.


“Sweetie, how long has it been since Jimin or I touched you?”

You tried your best to keep your legs open. “T-Too long, Unnie.”

‘Hmm.” was all she replied before leaning down to place a kiss on your clit. “You know…” Another kiss. “I’m just…” Another kiss. “Next door.” she lightly bit this time. You gasped and your back arched, close to your climax.

“Or do you like it when Unnie comes to you?” emphasizing with another curl of her fingers as she pumped harder.

Your legs threatened to close as her head dipped back down to suck your clit as her hands continued.

A string of curses tied with her name erupted as you reached the edge.

She continued through your high, before she slowed and final pulled her hand away with one final kiss your folds. She sat up and moved to lay next to you. You thoughts were still fuzzy and her thighs were closed.

With a tired yet content sigh, you stretched. She propped herself up on her forearm to smile down at you. “Good morning.”

You grin. “Very good morning.”

Her beautiful smile grew wider. “Was this a good way to ask to spend my day off together?” You nod, bending over to pick up a pair of panties and nightgown from the floor. “Good because I haven’t seen you much lately. Especially since Jimin has been extra needy and sleeping in my room at lot more lately.” she hesitated before continuing. “You know…you are welcome as well.”

You gave a weak smile. Of course you knew you were welcome. Until recently, you mostly only came in your room for clothes. Or when they were being extra frisky and you needed sleep. The questioning look she bore into you made you bite the inside of your cheek. You focused your attention in the spot where your white paint met the very off white of your ceiling.

“Jagiya, I know something is wrong.” She gently placed her hand on your cheek to make you refocus on your gaze on her now worried one.

With a sigh, you moved her hand away as you sat up.

“I’m going to go make some coffee.”

A sigh is all you hear as you leave the room.

The coffee doesn’t take long, though you were distracted while it was brewing. Someone shuffles into the kitchen as you fill your cup.

Without warning, a large shirted figure jumps onto the counter next to your cup, almost making you drop your creamer. “You shouldn’t drink so much coffee, agi.” Jimin laughed. A too-big black shirt covered his top half while only boxers covered the bottom.

It was your favorite look on him. It let you know he was relaxed. Plus the fabric was as easy to slip off as it was to slip on.

Disregarding his comment, you put away your still in tact bottle of creamer and make your way to the living room. You weren’t sure if she was still in your bedroom but you wanted to avoid anymore of the conversation she was trying to start.

Unfazed by your silence, he jumps onto the couch next to you.

What is up with his jumping today?

Out of habit he tries to grab your legs to place them on his lap but you jerk them away as soon as he grabs them. For a second, he eyes you looking for a reason. You expect him to question you but instead he quietly turns his attention to the TV.

It wasn’t long before you felt his hand on yours. You tense up as he begins to play with your fingers. Glancing over, you notice he is absentmindedly doing so.

Part of you wanted to pull your hand away but instead you relaxed in the back of the couch, lazily watching his hands play with yours.

“Y/N.” You meet his eyes and realize he is watching you. He flashes a sweet smile but you can’t find the sense to return it. Your body is frozen the same way it was the first time he ever smiled at you.

He leans his forehead to rest on yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

Something in hearing those words come from him for the first time in so long sets a fire in you. One opposite of the jealous anger you had become acquainted with.

Your lips are against his in a second. You feel his smile against your lips.

All movements almost on autopilot as you slide to straddle him. His hands grab at your waist pulled you toward him as you grind down on his lap. His needy moan makes you smile as you open your mouth to allow him in. Your hands move quickly to his boxers. You didn’t bother palming him through the fabric, too deprived to wait to feel him in your hands again. Removing his cock from the thin boxers you begin stroking him as he moans deliciously into your mouth. You pull away, looking into his eyes as you lift to move the crotch of your panties out of the way. His half lidded eyes stared into yours as you lined his tip with your entrance. You sigh as you slid down on his cock.

His lips find the curve of your neck after removing your nightgown, every now and then moaning profanities as you steadily move your hips. You start slowly, relishing in the feeling and the attention. It didn’t last long until you needed more. Your hips moved faster, grinding down against him. His impatience was clear as he began thrusting upward to meet your movements. Occasionally, your clit brushing against his hips.

“Fuck.” you cursed. The feeling was indescribable but you were waiting for him to hit the spot he always found.

The sweat on your forehead mixes with his as you lean against his. You bite your lip as you watch his pleasured face. The only thing that could fuel you more would be your name falling from his lips.

You drop a hint as you release a rather dramatic moan of his name. When his mouth opens you smile wickedly but halt your movements as soon as he speaks.


The neediness in his voice throws you for a half a second but it doesn’t mask the name he called. You scramble off of him, trying not to let the loss of contact openly affect you.

His confused eyes shoot open and turn to your heavy breathing figure. “What-” he begins to protest but stops at the tears already rimming your eyes.

“What’s my name Jimin?”

He pauses still looking confused and unsatisfied when his eyes go wide. “I didn’t mean-”

He attempts to reach for you but you push his hand away.

“Stop, you know I didn’t mean to call y-”

“Why do you do this?” You ask suddenly. “Why do you cast me aside? Do you not like citrus? Is that it? Am I not mature enough to acknowledge in any other way?”

“Citrus? What are y-?”

“You don’t even realize that this is the first time you have actually acknowledged me in so long.”

“Just because we don’t have sex everyday?”

“This isn’t about sex Jimin! Tell me, when was the last time you told me you loved me before a few minutes ago. Or slept in my bed?” You paused, not sure if you should even mention this. “Or even looked at me.”

“What’s going on?” Unnie comes frowning down the hallway in an oversized night shirt and shorts. Immediately he is drawn to her. His eyes glance over her form almost hungrily. His glory is covered with a pillow but you can tell he is trying not to stay hard.

In a whisper, you let it slip. “I shouldn’t have done this.”

“‘This’ what?” she questions. “We’ve all had sex on the couch.”

“No!” You shout. “THIS!” You point crazily between the three of us.

Her face falls. “You don’t mean that.”

You nod. “This was a stupid idea. How could I even think two perfect people like you could incorporate me into your lives?”

“Don’t say that.” She says, her heart breaking more with every frantic word from your mouth.

You don’t respond as you pick up your nightgown

“Y/N, I love you!” she says desperately.

“I know. I love you too.” You fix your panties, ignoring the sensitivity of being unsatisfied. “But not as much as you love each other and definitely not as much as he loves you.”

“Y/N this is insane. You know how I feel.” You frown at his words.

“I’m saying I love you and trying to find some reason to stay in this weird triangle and you still can’t say you love me.” You look right at him.

“Please don’t do this.” she pleads, grabbing your hand. You can’t bare to see her cry but your mind is fried and can’t think straight past what you’ve have already decided.

You remove her hand from yours before grabbing your backpack by the door after sliding on your coat and shoes. You silently hope your wallet and phone are still in it so you can stay away for a while.

Ten minutes of odd stares at the crying freak and walking uncomfortably, you knock on someone’s door.  

When it opens you stare at Hoseok through tear blurred eyes. “Don’t say I told you so.”

Without hesitation he welcomes you into his apartment and into his arms.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

this is so ridiculous and stupid but here you go

pls comment ily



Phil blinked slowly, groaning and rubbing his face sleepily. He sat up, stretching his arms over his head and reaching for his glasses on the bedside table.

Wait… begging?

“What’s begging?” He shouted back, his voice husky from sleep.

“The dog I got you for your birthday, obviously!” Phil could practically hear the smirk in his tone.


Phil was up in seconds, sprinting to the lounge. Dan was leaning over by the couch, holding tightly to the collar of a small golden puppy which was straining against his hold. When the dog saw Phil it yapped, immediately fighting against Dan harder to get to him.

“Morning,” Dan muttered, flashing Phil a smile. Phil stared at him.

Phil walked forward like a zombie, dropping to his knees in front of the puppy, and Dan let go of its collar. The puppy yapped, jumping on Phil and licking his face frantically. Phil slowly and calmly petted it, his hands shaking as he stroked the soft fur.

“Oh look, he stopped begging.” Dan smiled. “Looks like he just needed his dad.”

“This is a dog,” Phil stated. Dan nodded.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Our dog…?”

“Your dog.” Dan shrugged. “But I already named him Winnie, hope you don’t mind.”

Phil licked his lips, glancing between Dan and the puppy currently scrambling to climb as high as possible on him. His face melted into a huge grin, and he stood up, pulling Dan forward by the shirt and hugging him as tightly as he possibly could.

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou,” he breathed against Dan’s shoulder, nestling farther into his neck and squeezing. Dan laughed.

“I love you too, dummy. Happy birthday.”

Phil lifted him off the ground, spinning him around and Dan shrieked, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist. He pressed his forehead against Phil’s, reaching up to trail his fingers down Phil’s jaw.

“Oh my god, I love you so much, Dan,” Phil muttered, leaning forward to press his lips against his boyfriend’s. Dan smiled into the kiss. “Like, really, I don’t think it’s possible for me to love you more right now.”

Dan laughed, hopping down and using Phil’s hand to spin himself around, kissing him on the cheek. Phil pulled him back into his arms from behind, wrapping his arms around Dan’s waist.

“I love you too, babe.” Dan smiled, turning to look back at him. “Sosososo much.”

“Prove it?” Phil hummed, kissing a line up Dan’s neck. “I figure you deserve a reward.”

“Mmh,” Dan made a noise, tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes before pulling himself away. “No, not right now. I’m not in the mood.” Dan smiled. “Besides, you have a new puppy to play with.”

Phil raised his eyebrows, searching Dan’s eyes. He knew that with an excuse like that, Dan was most likely planning something. Phil shrugged.

“Alright then,” he said, choosing to play along. “Later?”

Dan nodded, smirking slightly. “Yeah. Later.”


Phil went to the store midway through the day; Dan insisted they needed more candles, and he was too tired to go. Phil didn’t buy it for a second, but went anyways.

“Dan?” He called into the quiet flat, closing the door behind him.

“In here!” Came Dan’s voice, sounding like it was from Dan’s room.

Phil carried the bags to the door, knocking gently. “Can I come in? I bought your stuff.”

“Yeah, come in,” Dan said, a hint of something in his voice that Phil couldn’t detect. Maybe mischievousness.

He opened the door, and dropped the bags. He stared at Dan, his mouth open in awe, who was currently laying on his bed, covered in whipped cream and strawberries.

Dan raised his eyebrows like nothing about this was odd, spraying a dollop of whipped cream into his mouth from the can.

“Hey baby,” he said casually. “What’s up?”

Phil kept staring; he couldn’t tear his eyes away, his breath catching. He pressed his lips together, clearing his throat.

“Dan…” he stared slowly. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, just getting ready to surprise my boyfriend.” He smirked. “Oh wait!”

Phil took a cautious step into the room, not taking his eyes off Dan. “Nice outfit.”

Dan looked down at his mostly naked body, other than tight black panties and whipped cream, and grinned.

“Thanks. I made it myself.”

Phil took another step forward, standing next to the bed.

“You look stupid, but oddly appealing.”

“That’s what I was going for.”

Phil tugged his shirt off over his head, unable to look away from his boyfriend as he leaned over him, kissing him passionately. Dan kissed back, tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair and smiling into the kiss.

At the last second Dan grabbed the can, squirting whipped cream all over Phil’s head. Phil pulled back, wiping it off and all over Dan’s sides, making him giggle.

“Ew, stop it,” Dan got out through laughter, squirming away from Phil’s cold hands. “It was in your gross hair.” He grabbed Phil’s wrists, attempting to keep him back, which didn’t work.

Phil laughed, intertwining his fingers with Dan’s and leaning over, attacking his neck. He nipped at Dan’s most sensitive spot, making him shiver and moan softly.

“So, are you gonna fuck me, or…?” Dan asked, tilting his head to the side, making Phil laugh. He unbuttoned his jeans, still working at Dan’s neck, and let them fall to the floor.

“I was planning on it,” he muttered against Dan’s skin, climbing on top of him, straddling him in only his boxers.

“Oh good, I was starting to get worried.”

Phil chuckled, rolling his eyes and kissing Dan again, possessively tugging at his hair with one hand and palming his crotch with the other. Dan whimpered against his mouth, grinding against Phil’s hand.

Phil slid down his body, kneeling in front of him and kissing him inner thigh.

“Dan, I can’t believe you-” he sighed, shaking his head. “Jesus.”

Dan laughed, which cut off into a gasp as Phil licked a long stripe up his stomach, collecting whipped cream on his tongue. He kissed Dan again, transferring the sugar to his mouth.

“Damn that was hot,” Dan breathed, squirming as Phil smirked and went back to sucking at his inner thighs.

Phil played with the hem of the panties as he worked, pulling at them enough to release Dan’s hard on and then letting go, letting the elastic slap against his stomach and make Dan cry out.

“You look so pretty, all dressed up for me,” Phil all but growled, pulling them all the way down, dragging his bottom lip up Dan’s length. Dan moaned, clutching the sheets tightly.

“Daddy,” he gasped as Phil took his tip into his mouth, sucking gently. “Please.”

“Hm? What was that?” Phil asked, pulling off and moving up Dan’s body again to bite under his chin; the dip in his throat which he knew was Dan’s weakness.

“Please, daddy, please fuck me, fuck me so hard, need your cock, need you,” he gasped, arching his back and digging his nails into Phil’s shoulders.

It was a trick Phil had learned; get Dan so worked up he doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore. Like that Phil could make him beg; he could basically make him say anything.

Phil moved between Dan’s thighs, smoothing his hands over the cream on his stomach and picking up a piece of strawberry, placing it between his lips and leaning forward. Dan kissed him immediately, the strawberry between their lips as Dan pressed their mouths together.

“You want daddy’s cock?” He breathed, leaning close to Dan’s ear and licking the shell. Dan shuddered.

“Yes, fuck, please.”

Phil tugged his boxers down, tossing them aside and scooting up Dan’s body so his dick was near Dan’s mouth, and he was hovering over Dan’s chest. Since Dan’s arms were at his sides he was pinned down, unable to move an inch.

Phil pressed his tip against Dan’s lips, moaning when he opened his mouth and kitten licked Phil’s tip.

Phil gripped Dan’s hair roughly, pushing into his mouth a little farther. “Come on Danny, no teasing today. It’s my birthday.”

Dan nodded, making eye contact with Phil as he sunk down on his cock, getting almost to the base before he stopped. Phil moaned, tugging at his hair, thrusting gently down his throat.

Phil sped up his thrusts, going deeper, and Dan gagged, tears brimming at his eyes. He moaned against Phil’s dick, taking as much of him as he possibly could.

“God, you’re such a pretty little slut, such a good boy, taking me like such a good boy,” Phil groaned, fucking Dan’s throat, whipped cream or precum (Phil couldn’t tell) running down Dan’s chin.

Phil pulled back finally, chuckling softly when Dan whined and tried to take him again.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop, and then I can’t fuck you.”

That shut Dan up and he nodded, his hands gliding down Phil’s hips.

Phil moved back down, pulling Dan’s legs over his shoulders, kissing Dan’s inner thigh.

“Do you need stretching?” He asked softly, lubing himself up with whipped cream and Dan’s spit. Dan shook his head.

“Did it before you got home,” he elaborated, smirking up at Phil, which earned him a sharp slap to his thigh.

“Naughty,” Phil mumbled, lining his body up with Dan’s. “But I suppose it came in handy.”

Without hesitation Phil slid in, bottoming out in an instant which made Dan cry out, moaning loudly. Dan wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and Phil pinned him down by the wrists, pounding into him with not a second to adjust.

Dan whimpered, throwing his head back. “Fuck, daddy!”

Phil bit down on Dan’s shoulder, snapping his hips roughly, groaning as Dan’s tight heat enveloped him again.

“God, Dan, so fucking good,” he let out a shuddery breath, thrusting harder and quicker. “So fucking good, angel.”

Dan was a mess, falling apart beneath him, continuous moans and curses falling from his mouth as Phil fucked into him without mercy, skin slapping on skin.

Phil gripped Dan’s hips tightly, digging his nails in enough to leave marks the next day, thrusting roughly. He wrapped his hand around Dan’s cock, jerking him off in time with his thrusts, which made Dan whine loudly and thrust towards his hand.

“Fuckfuckfuck, daddy, please, gonna cum, so close.”

Phil groaned, aiming for Dan’s prostate. “Cum if you’d like, but I’m not stopping until I do, baby.”

Dan nodded, his thighs shaking as he let go, his head thrown back and angelic noises ripping from his throat.

True to his word Phil didn’t stop, fucking him harder than ever and Dan cried out, sensitive to every touch.

“Ah- Phil,” he gasped, whining and flinching away from his thrusts, but Phil held him down.

“C'mon baby, so close,” he muttered, biting down on Dan’s shoulder and snapping his hips.

“Fuckk,” Dan breathed, his voice high pitched and desperate, his whole body shaking as he gripped the sheets beneath him.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” Phil moaned, his thrusts getting more sporadic and falling out of rhythm. “My good little cockslut, letting me use you like a toy. Good boy, Dan.”

He came with a few more thrusts, Dan’s noises of desperation and his clenching pushing him over the edge, digging his nails into Dan’s hips.

He rolled off of him after a moment, grabbing Dan’s hand and holding it to his chest. Dan smiled at him sleepily.

“Happy birthday,” he yawned, moving so he could rest his head on Phil’s chest. “Was that a good present?”

“One of the best,” Phil muttered, grinning and running his fingers through his hair. “Other than a dog, of course.”

Right as the words left his mouth there was a scratch at the door, as well as a soft whine.

“Poor thing,” Dan giggled. “He’s gonna see some shit.”

dating nct mark!!1!1!

• idek where to start tbh
• ok so since marks very, very looked up to by the baby rookies, they treat you with full respect and love you
• ofc he loves you and you love him too but y'all BICKER LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW
• ok mark gives the. best. hugs. ever.
• esp when you’re sad and you’re crying he kind of, pulls your head towards his chest and pats your back and says “it’s okay, you’ll be okay, im here for you”
• ok all the gushy-ness aside, y'all are so dumb like
• “wait, what’s that.”
• “oh snap idk??? what is it???”
• and donghyuck in the back just, face palm and just “IT’S A FLY SWATTER. YOU. DUMBOS.”
• mark loves you so much and he treats you like a little sister sometimes, jk he treats you like a lil sis all the time, but you love it
• you guys watch nct life in paju/ nct life 단합대회 together and you continuously make fun of mark like “mark you- YOU CANT PLAY HEAD TENNIS LIKE THAT.”
• marks such a fluff ball ugh
• you guys get competitive over weird things like you could be watching a variety show w him and suddenly you’d both hear IU’s good day as bgm and then mark would suddenly be like “LETS SEE WHO CAN DO THE THREE OCTAVE NOTES IN GOOD DAY THE BEST.”
• you guys once was walking the boardwalk of a beach
• he saw a juggler
• he was so very impressed, he kept clapping and saying “oh woah”
• he saw some ice cream, and was like “oh, we’re gonna go get some ice cream” and when you two went to the ice cream stand and when he dug into his pockets, there was no money
• he slowly turned to you “…babe”
• “mark. i got you.”
• but mark made it up to you by winning you a super cute teddy bear
• lol you guys go shopping together all the time and it always goes the same. exact. way. every time.
• mark shimmy shams towards you and tries to be slick and sneak something into the cart
• and you turn into a strict mom and you’re like “mark. no. put it down. what is that behind your back.”
• xuimin loves you both so much oh my gosh
• ok at first he was like “…guys you do know how this will possibly end right? especially with mark being so popular and new”
• you try to rap to his rap part in mad city and it… it doesn’t end well let’s just leave it there.
• donghyuck’s hatred for you went from 494859696 to 4495959904959596.
• he always asks you to watch the nct music videos and he’s like, shy about it but he gets super happy when you compliment him
• k every morning you sleep over or vise versa;;;
• you guys eat ceral together in front of the tv, eyes glued to some morning cartoon that’s on tv in the wee hours of the morning.
• at night you guys are dancing to every single exo song ever and pouring your hearts out dancing to super junior and free styling to tvxq dances. it’s lit.
• and when you two calm down, you guys sit on the bed and eat some more ceral together.
• you guys don’t talk about deep things or anything bc bless mark’s heart he will somehow turn it into something really stupid like you guys could be talking about what color mirrors really are and he’d say something like “wait aren’t mirrors clear?”
“mark, if mirrors were clear we’d see through them” “…what” and then it continues on from there into a void of total confusion
• you guys talk about your concerns though. you guys give each other pep talks and talk about the hardships and the biggest worries in your minds at the moment and yeah, that’s when shit gets real.
• mark is such a modest baby he’s so modest about everything and it really makes you happy, although he can be a little more confident in his skills, being modest and not letting fame get to his head is good.
• you guys react to new music videos together
• some of the members love your selfies w mark so much that they make it their profile pictures for like, kakao and put something like “my children” as their message and it’s honestly so cringe to both you and mark
• mark’s lockscreen is a picture of you and him standing beside a really pretty cherry blossom tree, totally caught off guard and just smiling and standing next to each other holding each other hand. yuta took it. ofc yuta took it. yuta takes all of the off guard couple pictures. but they’re all super nice.
• his home screen is a selfie you took with you just smiling with a cat filter (or the dog filter, whatever you prefer). he loves it. he thinks you look adorable.
• ok talking about HOLDING HANDS HMMMM OK.
• literally. JISUNG. pushed him to hold your hand bc he was taking so long to make a move.
• donghyuck just told him to man up and DO IT.
• and when he finally got the courage to hold your hand when you two were out walking together, you didn’t make a big deal out of it, you knew how nervous he was around you so you just looked at him and smiled and held his hand tighter and kept talking and walking.
• “i am, your favorite nct member, right?”
• “of course you are!!!! it’s not like it’s jaehyun or anything!!!! love u mark.”
• you want mark to be HEALTHY. and HAPPY. so you feed mark a lot and make sure he gets the rest he needs.
• ok you feeding mark a lot. LET’S TALK ABOUT THAT.
• you always feed mark and he’s like “ahhhh what”
• but he likes you feeding him and all but he’s so embarrassed since he’s like, a younger member but the oldest out of the younger members and it’s kind of…idk new??? to him.
• HE’S JUST KINDA “are u sure u’ll be ok”
• he just wants you safe and that’s so rjrrjkgt
• he’s the type of boyfriend that has no idea how tampons/pads work or what they do or why anyone needs them, but he carries around a few just in case you need them.
• mark the type of boyfriend that’s willing to fail his own test in order to help you study for your test
• but if someone is a danger to you and/or bothers you, he takes you away from them and just takes you somewhere else, away from that person.
• you’re his angel
• he asked you out by getting his guitar and singing to angel by exo
• so cute it was the cutest thing omg
• you were so overwhelmed and started tearing up and he hugged you and freaked out and ok that was kinda funny
• ok before you guys dated you were both trainees and it was just kinda like “you speak english??? OH GOD ME TOO. HEY.” and you guys were just close friends who leaned on each other and relied on each other through tough times and everyone teased the two of you and both of you were like “ugh stop it gosh we’re friends alright.”
• but you guys were like “…friends. yup. just. friends.”
• and jaemin almost exploded bc oh my god it’s so obvious stop being so stupid guys.
• so he pushed mark so hard, so hard, until mark confessed to you and gosh it was a good day.
• oh god ok on your one year anniversary he got you a cake and couple rings and got the younger ones to sing lucky by exo w him and i swear mark is so extra in the most lowkey way.
• you guys share everything like, skittles, candy in general, chopsticks (when one of you are like “nah i don’t want to eat” but want a bite of food or something), water, hats, jackets (ok you just take his hoodies but he doesn’t mind), ev e r y t h ing
• mark is good at everything and it boggles your mind how someone THIS PERFECT LOVES YOU WITH ALL HIS HEART
• you could be the best vocalist ever or the absolute, hands down, worst vocalist ever, he still loves your singing.
• duets w mARKKKK. he would play his guitar and you two would just sing to random songs and honestly, couple goals.
• marks so shy and he doesn’t say “i love you” that much but he tells you that he loves you, a lot surprisingly and it makes you feel special and marks all about that so he’s like sdjjff yes i love her
• you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you
• he always gives you one of his ear buds so you two can listen to music together
• well. mark can’t cook very well, he can cook ramen and other simple things so he tries to cook for you the best he can and that’s so sweet tbh

• he cusses but not TOO MUCH. YOU KNOW.

• KINDA LIKE “oh damn”



The name they gave Boss Baby in Brazil is just adding insult to injury. Here, The Godfather is called “O Poderoso Chefão”, which basically translates to “The Powerful Big Boss” (sounds less dumb in portuguese). Since there’s no good literal translation for “Boss Baby”, some asshole had the idea of translating it while making a reference to The Godfather, and we got The Powerful Little Boss

So now whenever I walk in front of a movie theater not only am I forced to see this dumb toddler, his giant head and stupid Dreamworks face, but also witness it spit on one of the best movie trilogies ever made 

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@inell | AO3Hey inell! Just wanted to let you know that I love your work and I think you’re super awesome! I was thrilled to see you were my secret santa. I really hope you like your gift! Happy holidays :) - @voubledision

So Derek has been Stiles’ number uno enemy since like day ONE okay nothing aggravates him more than seeing Derek’s dumb jock pretty boy face every morning of every day of high school. In fact, Stiles hates that fucker SO much that he’s been on a quest to give Derek the most fucked up flower bouquets for his girlfriend that secretly mean “I hate your guts” or “you smell like a toilet” or whatever.

So here’s the thing. Stiles hates Derek Hale’s guts.

And no, not “hate” his guts where he could probably (probably not?) learn to be civil and talk to him about the weather and shit and pass the time this way until they graduate to never see each other again. No, Stiles HATES Derek Hale. Hates him and his merry band of jocky cocky assholes he calls friends. Hated him since the day he and his moronic band of friends broke into his mother’s flower shop for kicks and ruined her hydrangeas. That shit was hard to grow alright? His mother LOVED those things and when Stiles had walked into the shop the next day he had to stare in horror at the dirt left on the ground and the crushed flowers that were left on the ground by Derek Hale’s ugly gigantic feet.

(It was at this point in the story that Scott stopped him to make an UNNECESSARY comment about the size of a man’s feet and Stiles had to kick Scott to stop him from laughing so hard.)

There was nothing more that he wanted than to walk up to Derek Hale’s face and stuff a Venus fly trap down his tight pants. Would he even be able to fit anything else in there??? How did he walk in those things anyway—

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Man Face Monday - Nocking Point Face Edition

Whew. I am still tired. But happy and grateful to have just returned from a lovely weekend in Atlanta, meeting friends in person, making new friends and hobnobbing with all the pretty. 

Here are some brief impressions, face-wise. Stephen Amell is still a good 15% better looking than the best looking man you’ve ever seen, even with head-butt damage. Day One was a treat because, as had been my experience in the past, he spent most of the day without a dumb cap on his head. Yay! Day Two was backwards baseball cap day. ::sigh:: In any case, there were many handsome men there to take up the non-existent slack. David Ramsey (more on him later this week!) is one good looking man. And so freaking lovely. John Barrowman, also very fine and just a prince of a man. If it would be possible to clone JB and make a straight version, well, I would be all over that. Paul Blackthorne - there is a magnificent man face hiding under his scruffy adorableness. It’s probably safer for everyone that he keeps it muted, less we all swoon. Do I wish he wasn’t wearing the dumb hat. You bet. Oh well. Nothing can really downgrade the face. 

Enough of my silliness, here is a photoset from the Nocking Point party. Years of concert photography experience were deployed for these passable iPhone images. Ha. I am sorry I didn’t use my better camera, but I had been warned off photos at the party in advance, so I didn’t want to risk having to leave early.

Finally, a MFM bonus, not from the party. Just because it’s (he’s) pretty. 

Have a wonderful week, my friends! 

Tagging the following folks. @scu11y22, @tinaday3w, @dettiot, @mel-loves-all, @andjustforthismoment, @aussieforgood, @florence-bubbles, @flailykermit, @lerayon, @diggo26, @olicityaddicted, @thewidowpazzy, @melsanfo, @emilybettqueen, @yourviewingparty, @lynslogic, @tanyaslogic, @angelalafan, @coal000, @triciaolicity, @choiceofluthien, @emilybuttrickards, @seaolicity, @supersillyanddorky06, @swordandarrow, @watsoncroft, @jsevick, @readerkas, @yespleasehawkeye, @geniewithwifi, @bluemorgana, @befitandchase, @caedmonfaith, @myhauntedblacksoul, @casydee, @jamyfan-blog, @awesomeziziblr, @bigdeesmallworld, @alemap74, @angelicmisskitty, @almondblossomme, @callistawolf, @miriam1779, @imusuallyobsessed, @vaelisamaza, @mochababychristy, @juliesioux, @pjcmfalcon, @josephine-in-mirkwood, @i-m-a-fan-world, @ms-mags, @red-devilkin, @lyricalarrow, @ah-maa-zing, @itshandledd, @olicityandsteroline, @turn-thy-paige, @wildirish23, @nlh03, @alanna-the-lionheart, @charlinert, @amytosh, @stygian-omada-fan, @multi-fandom-crazy-fangirl, @machawicket,  @biermank, @i-am-wordaholic, @hope-for-olicity, @memcjo, @jaspertown, @itchiygo, @oliverfel4, @tolivers, @ccdimples88, @ap-n, @pleasantfanandstudent, @emmilynestill@kainesbitt77,  @anthfan, @hopedreamlovepray, @lyricalarrow, @laurabelle2930, @ellefraser17

How The Force Awakens should have ended
  • Han Solo: Ben!
  • Kylo Ren: Han Solo. I've been waiting for this day for a long time.
  • Han Solo: Take off that mask. You don't need it.
  • Kylo Ren: What do you think you'll see if I do?
  • Han Solo: The face of my son.
  • Kylo Ren: Your son is gone. He was weak and foolish like his father, so I destroyed him.
  • Han Solo:
  • Han Solo:
  • Han Solo:
  • Han Solo: Listen here, you little shit


~~ I don’t usually do headcanons because im not that good in writing.. lol ~ >.< 
but here as you can see,.. Naruto is the serious Hokage and Sasuke is the Leader of Anbu/Uchiha clan and his right partner just to maintain the peace inside and outside of Konoha. oohh!~,.. i like the idea to masked Sasuke’s face here and a little cape :3

usuk writing 10/1

thanks so much for the prompt anon!! lets do this

this has a sequel now!!! thanks for all the love guys!

This is stupid.

Alfred clutched the bag tightly in his palm, the twine starting to chafe his fingers.

This is so dumb. 

He fidgeted. He paced. He bit his lip. He worried that someone might see him out the window. 

Finally, he raised his fist and knocked on the door. 


As soon as he had done it, Alfred regretted it. He felt like running, sprinting back across the street and hiding under his covers. Just a game of ding-dong-ditch. 

The door was opening.

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Okay so I was talking to @brownbrujo about if Nate and Elena actually got into social media while they were on their trips and here are some dumb headcanons, free of charge: 

  • Nathan becomes famous on Vine because of his simple video structure: “Hey guys I’m going to show you - oh shit.” These consist of him falling off of cliffs or breaking bridges. 
    • There is a debate about whether his vines are real or not, even though he insists that they are. 
  • He definitely becomes a meme regardless; there are remixes of him falling along with memes with his face (someone has definitely put his face on top of the Titanic iceberg with the caption “the real reason the Titanic sank”). 
  • Elena is big on Youtube for her travel vlogs - she already has a TV show (the bloopers which consist of, of course, Nate falling into the sea) and people love seeing her extended dives or anything she explores. 
  • When new stuff inevitably come along, Nate and Elena don’t really bother going online besides making a few posts here and there, but Cassie definitely has all the new social media and will post funny videos of her parents. 
    • She’s really surprised when a new following of people pop up who are all really excited about “THE CLUMSY GUY IS BACK!!!!!!!” but she rolls with it. 
  • Nate’s very confused by Periscope but he appreciates all the hearts. 
  • He and Elena have totally livestreamed their adventures. 
    • “Now you see, Mr. Drake, you’re not getting out of here ali- wait, are you recording this?” “Yeah, I’m doing this new thing called livestreaming, how cool is that? Maybe not for you, my followers are not a fan of you - hey, Elena, the screen froze, could you help me?” “Excuse me I’m trying to-” “Yeah yeah, treasure glory I’m in your way blah blah blah, but do you know how to unfreeze this?” 
  • Nate gets a GoPro because that does not fall off throughout anything (and he keeps dropping his phone) but he barely knows how to work technology so Elena’s the one who’s always helping him figure out how to get the footage up, and she definitely slips in snarky commentary into the videos as she’s editing. 
    • Example video: “Woo, this bridge looks stable enough!” *Elena’s note* “This bridge was, in fact, not stable enough.” 
  • Just imagine Nate and Elena’s instagrams. Imagine. There’ll be the smathering of Cassie pictures, of course, along with Sully and Sam, but every now and then there’ll be a picture of them in some broken down place, with chains hanging in the background and the caption “#TBT to when we got kidnapped by mercenaries last week! #JustMarriedThings” 
I’ll Make You Love Me Pt. 13



The tail jabbed into your side, and the monster snarled, “Move! God, why do you walk so damn slow?”

Flowey was angered when you winced in pain, “Hey quit poking us! Me! We, er, I’m walking as fast as I can here!”

The monster glared at Flowey, “You’re a weird looking monster. I haven’t seen one like you around here.” They snorted, nodding dismissively to Flowey’s leaves concealing your face, “I thought plant monsters were stuck in the ground.”

Flowey scoffed and turned away, “Yeah, well clearly you don’t now much about other monsters, buddy.” You anxiously reached inside your sleeve and pinched one of his vines. Now really wasn’t the time for sass.

The monster whacked you on the back with their tail, “So what if I don’t? Judging by your stripes you’re a kid too, and you’re too dumb to realize the situation you’re in.”

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Credence was walking home from school, a little bit cold, but he wouldn’t ask for money to be wasted on him for a coat. He stayed very observant of his surroundings, messing with the sleeves of his sweater. He would check his old phone, beat up flip phone every once and a while. It was not the best, but he paid for it himself, so he was proud of it. Some faces would pass and look at him with pity. Some like he was dumb. He ignored them, keeping his head low.
(Anyone can jump in, lots of fill in the blanks you can fill yourself, like who he is staying with. @barely-emily here is the starter if you wanna keep up. )

Request: BTS Reaction when you have to cat sit and they get all jealous of the attention the cats getting.

THANK U ANON FOR THIs post LMAO IM SO EXTRA WITH THE WRITING BUT YOURE MY FIRST ASK AND I LOVE U. remember!!! My ask box is so empty guys send some shit. But here u go hope u like it. K(◕‿◕✿)


Reaching on your tip toes, you searched inside the cabinet to fetch the cat treats your neighbor had said she’d just boughten for the cat, smiling, you pulled the bag out as you turned to toss a few to the cat, before coming face to face with a pouty jimin. Blinking from his closeness, you stepped back and looked around him, 

“Where’s the kitten?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing. Suddenly he grabbed your arm softly. 

 "Yah! Enough about that dumb cat..“ He mumbled, his head positioning yourself on your shoulder, your body slowly vibrating with laughter as the realization came to you. 

 "Jimin, are you jealous of the cat?” You questioned humorously, feeling his head sink deeper into the crook of your neck.

 "No…“ He garbled through your skin, his fingers prying the cat treats from your hand, he mouthed his way up to your cheek before slapping a strong loss against it. 

 "Can I have a treat first, though?” He smirked at you. Pushing him away, you grinned lopsidedly at his reappearing pout,

 "Jimin, you’re not getting anything if you can’t even handle yourself around a cat.“ You waltzed out the kitchen, treats still in hand, feeling jimins shadow chase you out. You’d give him a treat, just not yet 


 "leave her alone.” You warned yoongi, your eyes slitting at him as his hand hovered a few feet above the sleeping ball of fluff, his eyes squinting at you. 

“No, I wanna sit there.” You rolled your eyes harshly, looking him back in the eyes when you finished. 

 "You were just sitting next to me, you can sit back where you were.“ 

"I wanna sit over here now.” He mumbled back, his hand sinking lower towards the cat. Shooting your arm out, you grabbed his pale hand, wrapping your hand around his wrist. His eyes flicked up to yours, watching as you opened your mouth to scold him again, before he began to sit down. 

 "Yoongi-ah, stop it!“ You whined, your eyes bulging as he took his place on top of the cat, your grip loosening as you tried, with no avail, to push him up before he sat down. With a plop, and a smirk, he relaxed in his seat, looking lazily at you as you struggled to lift him up.

 "Calm down, y/n, she ran out before I even touched her.” Yoongi yawned, his arms coming around your body to pull your heated face close to him.

 "Let me go min yoongi.“ You warned, pushing against his grip. 

 "So you can go cuddle with that cat instead of me? Nah, tough luck.” And his grip tightened on you, as legs wound across your lap, a giggle finally echoing through your throat. Giving into his embrace. 

 "Hey y/n?“ "Mmm?" 

"Will you scratch behind my ear?" 

 "Get off me, dummy.”


“Why does she smell?” You heard taehyung question from his seat next to you, his wide eyes staring intently at the kitten wound like a coil in your lap. 

 "She doesn’t smell.“ You voiced back, subconsciously tracing patterns along the soft fur.

 "Why does she have a weird shaped face?” He questioned again, his stare burning into the cat even harsher. 

 "Her face is fine, taehyung.“ You mumbled at him, your voice getting more strained as you tried to keep your calm. You felt him shift closer to you, getting on his knees to the side of you and putting his face directly in front of the cats. 

“Why does sh-" 

"Taehyung, oh my god, leave the cat alone, please.” You rolled your eyes as you flipped to look at him, his gaze still focused on the cat, before he finally flicked his eyes up to meet yours. 

 "It’s just a weird looking cat, all I’m saying.“ He shrugged, getting up from his seat, and walking towards the kitchen. You sank deeper into your seat as you sighed deeply, grateful for taehyungs constant questioning to be over. You felt yourself drifting off before you jolted up at a sudden noise in your ear. 

"Why do you love the cat more than me?” He loudly blew the words into your ear, causing you to jump and in turn kick the cat from your lap. You turned to scold him after your yelp left your lips, before you felt his press against yours as you turned. Taehyung thoroughly quieting any complaints to come out your mouth for the rest of the night. 


 "But she BIT me y/n!“ 

 "Well, you shouldn’t have grabbed her and tossed her between your hands, should you have?” You calmly replied to Namjoon, his hand held limply in yours as you examined the ‘wound’ in his hand. 

 "It’s not even that bad, namjoon, just run it under cold water and leave the damn cat alone.“ You shot at him, letting his hand go as you turned to go find your neighbors cat. Namjoons screech had caused the kitten to flee in a flurry, it’s fur on end as it ran, thinking it was in trouble. You wanted to find the cat and quell its fears. Turning into your neighbors bathroom, you frowned softly as you saw the poor kitten wound around the toilet, it’s dilated eyes softening as you began to coo at it. 

 "Hey kitty, don’t be scared, it’s okay, come h-" 

 "Y/n! It’s bleeding again! It opened oh my god it opened what do I do.” His bellows caused the kitten to tense against the toilet, your irritation rising as you turned to loudly whisper towards namjoon who had been walking towards you. 

“Can you please be quiet? You’re scaring the poor cat.” You tried reasoning with him, desperately trying not to laugh as namjoon clutched at his hand, a single drop of blood protruding from his cut.

 "And why are you being so extra about one little cut?“ You furrowed your brows at him, the kitten relaxing as you turned to rub it’s fur. You heard namjoon mumble something. You turned around at him, urging him to say it again. He looked at the floor, letting go of his hand and pushing his hair back inside of hat. 

 "Because you haven’t paid any attention to me since we started catsitting yesterday.” He told you, his eyes still casted downwards. You coked your head to the side and suppressed a laugh, letting go of the kitten as she scurried out the bathroom, and walked up to namjoon. You planted a kiss at the side of his head, feeling heat emanate from his skin.

 "Does my namjoonie want my attention?“

 "Yah, stop teasing me!”  


Jin was calling you, for dinner, for the 7th time. His voice getting increasingly angry as you ignored him, in favor of staring at the cute kitten curled up in front of you. 

 "Y/n! Come eat! Now. Your noodles are getting cold.“ Jin warned, his mouth filled with food, and his plate already half empty as he stared at your bent form, hovering above the small ball wrapped up in a bed on the floor. 

 "In a minute Jin.” You reasoned with him again, your eyes being almost impossible to tear away from the small creature in front of you. 

 "You’ve said that 7 times already, y/n.“ You didn’t answer him, instead reaching your hand down to curl around the soft face of the kitten, your eyes widening in delight as she yawned into your palm, a small giggle bubbling through your throat. 

 "Jin-ah, she’s just so-" 

 "Cute? I guess.” You jumped at the sudden proximity of Jin, his head hovering next to yours as he squatted and stared at the kitten, his eyes squinted. 

 "You guess?“ You scoffed at him, landing on your butt as you wobbled backwards on accident.

 "Ow.” You mumbled, glaring at Jin as he laughed lopsidedly at you. 

 "Yeah I guess-“ he mumbled, sliding up next to your seated form. "But not as cute as you.” He whispered into your ear, his mouth coming to kiss softly down the shell of it to your collarbone, your eyes slipping closed as you enjoyed his touch. He lightly began to suck, his teeth, so softly you could’ve been imagining it, grazed your neck as you leaned into him.. And almost face planted his chest as he pulled away. You pulled your head up and looked at him a bit wildly. His face lit up as he began to get up, and walk towards the kitchen again, your neck straining to follow him.

“What was that? Yah! Jin! Answer me.“ You pouted, trying to calm your easily excited core. 

"A partial reward.” He spoke calmly, sitting back down at his place at the dinner table.

 "Partial?“ You spat back at him, beginning to get back up off the floor. He smirked 

 "You’ll get the full award later, if you abandon that dumb cat and come eat your dinner.” He shrugged, picking his chopsticks back up as you scrambled to the kitchen, surprising Jin as you pulled the chair back and began to slurp up your noodles.

 "Eager.“ He grinned at you, sinking into his chair as you rolled your eyes at him, that 'dumb cat’ being the furthest thing from your mind. 


"But why do we have to watch it?” Jungkook questioned, his soft eyes switching between you and the kitten.

 "Because it’s my best friends kitten, jungkook, I can’t just tell her no.“ You rolled your eyes, toting in the small cat carrier and bag of necessities your best friend had given you. She’d be away with her husband on a honeymoon vacation for about a week and a half, and you offered to take up the couples newest 'baby’. You had told jungkook this. And he had been initially excited about the thought of a kitten, so you didn’t get what his deal was now.

 "Why are you acting like a baby?” You asked him, sitting down on the couch as the kitten explored your living room, your eyes turning up in joy as you smiled softly at the tiny thing. 

 "I’m not.“ He crossed his arms and turned his head, looking back at you crossly when he heard you laugh.

 "Do you not see yourself? You’re acting like a child.” You teased him, his face growing redder with every second. 

 "No…I’m n-not.“ He grumbled, getting up to go get some water from the kitchen. You rolled your eyes and plopped on the floor with the kitten, getting out a few toys your friend hand loaned you, and began to play along with the kitty, your small laughs and giggles and meows mixing through the otherwise quiet room. 

 "What’s that?” Jungkook questioned, coming to sit down next to you with his glass of water, his eyes looking down at the kitten.

 "The… Cat?“ You asked him, your eyebrows turning up and a small hum coming from your throat in amusement. He rolled his eyes at you. 

 "No not the cat, that.” He pointed directly at the bottle of catnip that had rolled out the bag. You picked it up.

 "It’s catnip,-“ you began, before continuing after glancing at his face, he looked confused. 

"It’s like….weed for cats? But I don’t know why she has it for the kitten, they usually don’t like it until they’re much older.” You shrugged, chucking the bottle back inside the bag. Jungkook was silent next to you, his eyes opening after your statement. 

 "Can-can we give her some?“ He asked. His bright eyes staring at the little ball of fur. You slapped at his arm. 

 "Jeon Jungkook, no.” You shoved at him, a small giggle bubbling through your throat as Jungkook pointedly tried not to laugh along with you. He leaned against your shoulder after a few minutes of silence. Watching as the cat weaved between spaces and clawed at the smallest movements. 

 "Sorry.“ He mumbled, you leaned deeper into him, nosing up his jawline. 

"Mmm, for what kookie?” You questioned him, watching his jaw relax under you. 

 "Being a baby about the cat,-“ he began, picking up a string and smiling at the pouncing fur ball. You smiled up at him, nudging his chin again with your nose. 

"It’s okay, you’ll always be my baby.” You softly said, enjoying the tint that found its way to his full cheeks.


 "Hoseok, give me the cats toys.“ You pressured him, watching his face fall as he realized you had found him out, but that wasn’t going to stop him. 

 "Hmm? What toys?” He mumbled, eyes not leaving the TV screen as he felt for the remote next to his body.

 "You know what I’m talking about.“ You crossed your arms, honestly fed up with hoseok’s reactions to a damn cat. Earlier on in the day, you’re friend had dropped off the kitten for a few days, since she was in the middle of moving, you had gladly accepted her into your arms, but hoseoks arms hadn’t been so welcoming with all the newfound attention you had for the kitten he wasn’t getting. 

 "Why is she in our bed, y/n?” He asked you, watching as the small ball curled around your chest, all you attention divulging to it. 

 "Because? I want her to be?“ You looked at him funny, before rolling your eyes and turning your back on him, your arms wrapped around the kitten- 

"And not me.” Hoseok mumbled, turning away roughly. The morning after that, Hoseok had gone back to his usual demeanor, but that was until he saw you cuddled around the kitten, eyes squinting from the bright smile you were giving it. 

“Yah! Y/n!” He poked at your shoulder, causing you to ignore him even more. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” He poked you even harder, your gaze never wavering from the kitten, he pouted, ignoring your coos to the kitten and stalked off, looking akin to a grumpy toddler. That night, as you snuggled into bed again, you felt a soft hand touch the side of your stomach, and a soft kiss pepper your shoulder as you turned your head in the darkness to see the outline of Hoseok’s face looking at you directly. 

 "Y/n.“ He began, his head falling back into the pillow. 

"I’m sorry for overracting.” He said, a large sigh escaping his pink lips. You shook your head, carefully as to not wake the kitten. 

 "You should be, baby, you’re mad about a kitten.“ You chuckled, one of your arms finding a way to his chest, rubbing soft smooth circles against his warm skin. 

 "A kitten you love more than me.” He said in a deep voice, a faux sob leaving his mouth as he clutched your hand to his heart.

 "You broke me.“ Jutting out his bottom lip, you snatched your hand away as you lightly flipped over, the kitten remaining at your feet, as your head rested against his chest. 

 "Shutup Hoseok.” Was all that left your lips, a breathy chuckle sneaking out Hoseoks mouth as he watched you in the dimly lit room pepper kisses across his right shoulder. 

“Yeah, okay.” He agreed, leaning into your embrace. 

 "Goodnight y/n.“ He finally spoke, a small hum from you the only notification you were still awake. 

"Goodnight kitty.” He whispered even softer, after he was convinced you were asleep. He closed his eyes, and began to drift himself. 

 "Hoseok loves kittens!“ 

"Yah! Go to bed, y/n.”

Show V.S. Webcomic.

Show: Poland’s comeback to Russia seemed more like a very childish joke, and it was made to see more like Poland had a childish and dumb personality. Don’t get me wrong, he’s brave to say anything, but Russia thinks it’s a joke as well. So does Lithuania.

Webcomic: POLAND GENUINELY CARES. Spread the word, because look at his tone here and look how serious he is. Even Russia looks aggravated and slightly taken aback at this. Now, look at Toris’s face here. That’s not disappointment or annoyance like in the show, that’s respect. 

APH Webcomic Poland doesn’t care if it’s Russia or if it’s just some pesky bitch on the street. If you bother him or Liet, he will hurt you.

Do you see the difference between webcomic Poland and show Poland?


@element-104​ said:  Love the selfie, you two are such a cute couple! And your eyes are so gorgeous!

@bearlytolerable said: I love this selfie!

Thanks *heart eyes* - here have too many unprompted, favorite pictures of us. Like, on our wedding day when you can see the fear in his eyes as I’m giving him an ear full of… who knows what nonsense. And then cleaning our faces after cake, like proper ladies and gentlemen.

And then a few of us just generally being dumb. 

Because, I like us. We’re silly.