what were those noises i made

❝ Just tell me the truth. ❞

Plot: You and your boyfriend Yoongi fought due to his stress and misunderstanding but at the end he fixs everything.

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 3k+

Genre: Angst/ Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

You were just passing by the studio to leave him something to eat. You knew too well Yoongi and you were sure he had already skipped lunch, too concentrated on the music to notice the rest.  

You had the best intentions and you still couldn’t figure out how it was possible to begin to scream in the soundproof walls of his studio.  

“Can you let me talk?” You murmured with a softer voice, hoping that lowered your voice would help him to lower his, too; “Yoongi, please.. I can’t even understand why we’re arguing! ”  

He snorted and turned back to the computer, pretending that you were not there; “Because as always you meddle in businesses that are not yours, Y/N.”  

“That is?”  

“I told you not to tell Namjoon I have problems with this track, but accidentally he said that I don’t have to worry. You were the only one who knew. ”  

You remained silent for a fraction of a second, remembering the fact that you didn’t see and text Namjoon for almost four days and he interpreted your silence as an admission of guilt.  

You opened your mouth to be able to say something when he turned and his face was so transformed by frustration and anger that it didn’t even seem to have before Yoongi.  

He got up and you just flinched away, feeling a thrill of fear running along your back but he didn’t approach you. He ignored you, as he had done a few seconds before and came up to the door, opening it and keeping it open.  

“Go away.”  

His jaw was contracted while you watched him completely shocked by his attitude, without finding the strength to move one step. You noticed how his hands trembled, how he clung to the door, and even though he was treating you unjustly, you felt sorry to see him in those conditions.  


“I said go away, Y/N,” He hissed bitterly, finally lifting his gaze and laying it on you. The thrill of you felt before was nothing compared to what crossed through your body, taking for a few moments your breath. “I don’t need you, I don’t need your attention. You have to stop, okay? I can handle everything alone because then the result of your attentions are just trouble. ” His tone became more and more aloof and cold to every word he uttered, while what he said slipped on you and almost put the roots within you.  

You never thought he had so little need of you or considered you a kind of trouble, but it wasn’t hard to believe.  

You had always had problems in dealing with people and in time you came to the conclusion that the main problem was you.  

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ANON REQUESTED: Hi💕 Can I request a bts reaction where their s/o looks like a badass but is really cute doing aegyo? Thank you 💙


Jin would have been so shocked. While you guys were eating, you did aegyo because you didn’t your sauce with your wings. He looked at you all surprised. 

“You-you just did a-aegyo? Right?”


Namjoon would have cracked up the moment you did aegyo. It was so cringing because you normally wore black and dark colors, and tried not to show to much emotions. 

“HAHHAAHAHAHa, I never knew even knew what aegyo was!” *Still cracking up*


Yoongi would have smiled to himself the moment you did aegyo. He knew you weren’t exactly dead inside, you were really fun when you were comfortable. 

*smiles secretly*


Hoseok would have literally screamed in happiness. He always wanted you to do aeegyo but you did it when he was about to leave for a tour. 



Jimin would have been so surprised when he heard aegyo noises coming from the back. He would immediately get up to see who made those noises.

“What the hell?”


Taehyung would have always wanted you to do aegyo just like Hoseok. When he heard you, he couldn’t stop looking into your eyes and trying to figure out your real self.

“Omg, thats so cute! WHy are you so cute?”


Jungkook would have cringed so hard but at the same time enjoyed it. He would have questioned why you hide your true self.

“WHAT? Wait what?

Jacksepticeye egos Experiment AU preview

READ CHAPTER ONE OF THIS STORY HERE: https://spiffanywolfe.tumblr.com/post/164337627068/one-and-the-same-a-jacksepticeye-egos-au


(Brilliant title there, Spiffany. Well done.)

Inspired by this post I made yesterday: https://spiffanywolfe.tumblr.com/post/164268117693/i-made-up-a-backstory-for-jack-and-his-egos

(This won’t really make any sense if you haven’t read that post.)

Yes, I’m actually going to write a fanfiction based on this idea! I said I wasn’t, but I think through making the files and writing out the whole backstory stuff, I actually feel like I have some good ideas to make a story around it! It will probably take me forever to finish this, as I procrastinate like nobody’s business (who knows if I’ll finish this at all) but, hey, I’m gonna give it a go. I wrote this little part of a chapter just now, so I thought I’d stick it up here as a preview of things to come! Enjoy!


The Skype chat loaded and Robin’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hey Jack!” Robin said with a smile.

“Hey…” Jack replied, trying to sound like nothing was wrong, “What’s up?”

“I just got the files for your new video,” Robin said, “I didn’t know you were moving!”

“Yeah it’s…it’s kinda of a last minute thing. I didn’t know this was happening either…I made that vlog literally a few minutes ago.”

“Oh…” Robin said, “What’s going on? Do you need help?”

“No, no, it’s fine!” Jack said quickly, “I’ve got it all sorted out. Everything’s fine!”

Robin raise an eyebrow skeptically.

“Alright…if you-“


The two men jumped in their seats at the noise. Jack turned to the door.

You can’t leave those idiots alone for five minutes…

Anti said in Jack’s mind.

Fuck…what have they done?! Jack thought, his heart rate speeding up.

“Um…what the hell was that?!” Robin said, bringing Jack out of his thoughts.

“I’m sure it was nothing!” Jack stammered, his mind racing. Whatever the clones were doing, they’d end up alerting the neighbours, and then their position would be given away. He had to stop them. He had to-


“Fuck!” Jack cried, standing up.

“Jack, what’s going on?!” Robin demanded, leaning close to the screen to try and see what was happening. Jack turned back to the computer.

“I…I need to go. Give me a sec…”

“Jack!” Robin said, “Jack, stop! What’s-“

Jack ignored his cries and ran down the stairs to the living room. He could hear shouting and banging, which only made him quicken his pace.

He opened the door and everything went silent.

The room was dark. As Jack’s eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he could see the lampshade was on the floor and the lightbulb was smashed. Jackaboy Man and Marvin were floating in the air, looks of terror on their faces. Chase and Schneeple was stood to the side, frozen in the fight they’d been having moments earlier; Schneeple had Chase’s nerf gun in his hand and was holding it away from Chase. The sofa and the chair in the room were turned upside down and the shelf stacked with figurines and plushes was face down on the floor, figures and plushes scattered all over the floor. No one spoke for a moment.
“Jack…” Schneeple said, but trailed off. Jack didn’t speak. He honestly didn’t know what to say. Suddenly, he felt a deep anger start bubbling inside him.
Go on…Anti said, Look what they’ve done to you. You let them into your house, your property, and this is how they repay you! Go on…make them pay…
Jack shut his eyes. He hated feeling angry. It was the worst emotion of them all. He tried to avoid it at all costs, but Anti was doing a pretty good job at making him feel a deep seated rage that made him want to tear each and every one of the clones apart. He shut his eyes tighter as the logical part of his mind took over. They had never had an experience like this before. They had never had to worry about a bunch of breakable objects in the room they were able to play in in the lab. They’d never had the experience of being completely free, with no one to tell them what to do. Of course they were going to lose their minds! It was just natural!

“No…” Jack said quietly in response to Anti, feeling the anger wash away.
“No…?” Chase replied, overhearing him.
“What? Oh no, it doesn’t matter!” Jack said.
“Jack, I’m sorry!” Schneeple said quickly, taking a step forward, “Everyone lost it! Zhey were fighting and screaming and I vas trying to stop them but-“
“It’s ok! It’s ok!” Jack interrupted, putting his hands on Schneeple’s shoulders, “It’s fine!”
“Your’e…not angry with us?” Marvin said, still hovering in the air.
“Of course not!” Jack said, walking into the center of the room, “I understand why you did this, I really do! Besides…” he walked over to the TV (which was lucky not broken) and turned it on, “I’m not like them.” Everyone flinched at the mention of the scientists. Jack pulled out his PS4 and turned it on, and the TV screen flashed to life, showing the PS4 menu.
“What are you doing?” Marvin asked, floating down slightly but still remaining in the air.
“Are you punishing us?!” Jackaboy said quickly, panic in his voice.
“Of course I’m not!” Jack said with a chuckle, “Were you listening to anything I just said?!” As he spoke, he shifted through his PS4 games, looking for one specific one. Finally, at the bottom of the pile, he found it.
“Take a seat!” he said as he put the game into the console. Schneeple and Chase threw themselves into the sofa and chair (after turning them the right way up) and Jackaboy and Marvin floated down and sat cross-legged on the floor in between them. Jack handed the controller to Schneeple as the game he’d just put in appeared on the PS4 menu.


“Under…tale…” Chase read slowly, rolling each word over in his mouth, “What kind of name is that?”
“It’ll make sense when you start playing,” Jack said, taking a seat next to Schneeple.
“I…don’t understand…” Jackaboy said, turning to face Jack, “What is this? What are you doing?”
“This is a video game.” Jack replied with a smile, “ And I’m trying to keep you guys entertained in less…destructive ways.”
“Vhat do I do vith zhis?” Schneeple asked, staring down at the controller blankly.
“Press the X button,” Jack replied.
Schneeale stared at the controller for a good minute longer, trying to work out which button Jack was talking about, before finding the button and pressing it.
And he’s supposed to be the smart one…Anti snarled.
Give him a chance, Jack thought back, He’s never had to do anything like this before.
He can perform complicated heart surgery on a complete stranger with no medical training whatsoever, but he can’t work a PS4 controller? How does that make any sense?!
Jack ignored this comment and focused on the screen as the menu music started to play. Jack couldn’t help but smile as he saw Marvin and Jackaboy start dancing to the music. Even Chase was bobbing his head to the beat.
“Catchy.” Chase said, a smile forming on his face.
“Oh, it gets a hell of a lot better than this!” Jack said, grinning wider. He held his hand out for the controller and Schneeple placed it in his hand.
“Now, watch closely,” Jack said, getting the controller right in his hands and pressing X to start the game, “I’m going to teach you how to save lives.”

one time (m)

Originally posted by kaibility

“touch you a thousand ways, I’ll count as days
and hope that everything we are is leading to the one time”

fka twigs - one time

(kim jongin x reader)

(3.0k words)

WARNINGS: smut 18+, swearing, rough 

A/N: jeez I’ve been sitting on this for awhile cause I didn’t know if I should post something that doesn’t really have a story? but oh well kim jongin is dangerous and did this to me

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*Tease* (1000 Follower Fic!!)(Stuckony)

Alright darlings!!! You asked and I wrote– this was supposed to be a thousand words of smut for my thousand followers, but things got a little out of control. So here’s Chapter One… of an unspecified amount of smut. I mean this very well may turn into a full size fic because I got this idea of Tony being bored with his soldiers and trying to tease them into being kinky with him and… well anyway. Just read it lol any and all ideas are welcome because I love this so much already.

I love all my readers and followers!! You guys are the best!! Thank you so much for all the love you show me and my fics!!!



Tony was going to be the death of Steve. Bucky too, of course, or at least probably, but Bucky was more used to this sort of thing, this sort of—thing. That Tony was doing. With his mouth. And a–a–lollipop.

Bucky had been teased and chased by girls and guys for years before the war. He was used to the flirty, dirty things girls did with candy and drinks that were meant to get a fella thinking about… about that. So Bucky. Bucky would have been fine with this.

But it was gonna be the death of Steve.

He was literally barely keeping it together, sitting at the kitchen table, so hard in his pants he was sure there would be a wet spot on the front of his khakis if he stood up. So he definitely wasn’t standing up and he thought he would die if he kept sitting there but what else could he do?

Because Tony, his sweet, perfect boyfriend Tony, was sitting primly on the counter chatting with Natasha, his legs kicking the air innocently, laughing over something she said, and sucking on a lollipop like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

A big one too, one of those multi colored, swirled, eight or nine inch things you only got at candy stores or fairs.

And right now, Tony’s perfect little pink tongue was lapping up and down the damn thing, his lips looking sticky and sweet as he sucked on the end and every few seconds he’d give a little sigh and lick his lips before putting a few inches of it in his mouth and—

And Steve was going to die.

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Acceptance as a Queer Asian American

Coming out as pansexual to my grandmother was an extremely important, and I believe, pivotal moment in my life as a queer, Asian young adult. I believe this for many reasons, but there are two specific ones that over shadow the rest.

The first of those is what it meant to me as a Japanese-American woman to feel safe enough and confidant enough in who I was to come out to my grandmother. For the majority of my queer journey up to this point, I was dead set on the fact that I could never tell my grandmother my sexual orientation. No matter the circumstance, I was sure that my grandmother would not understand or approve. No matter the circumstance, there was a great chance of my losing my relationship with her, my strongest tie to my Japanese heritage and her presence in my life as a third parent could be gone forever. I wasn’t willing to sacrifice the love between us or isolate myself even more than I already felt from the Japanese community.

As much as my refusal to share my identity with my grandmother was based in my fear of her not loving me anymore, a good portion was also based in how I felt my faux-heterosexuality was essentially tied to my right to my Japanese heritage. I already felt like an imposter for being biracial and I felt that my admission to being attracted to more than just men would give the community more reason to exile me, revoke my membership that I’d come to believe I could only have if my grandmother backed me first. After all, my grandmother was the closest resource I had for my culture and language. Everything that made me feel Japanese I could attribute to her: my round face, olive skin, and almond eyes, my short stature and straight frame, my knowledge of Japanese tradition and lore with her songs and stories, my induction to Japanese pop culture with Studio Ghibli, candies and sweets, cartoons by Sanrio, and watching her Japanese shows on the TV, my love of the Japanese food she’d raised me on, the miso shiru and gyoza that marked my childhood, my interest and grasp of the Japanese language that she’d spoke and sang to me all my life. If she disowned me for this, it would feel like the entire Japanese and Asian community behind her would disown me as well.

When I finally decided to come out as pansexual to my grandma I was twenty. Four years after my official acceptance of the label, I’d gained enough confidence in my intersectionality of identities, enough love and pride for them all, that none of them could be affected by her acceptance or disapproval. My forgiveness and acceptance of my white, Scottish family and heritage had allowed me to discard the shame I felt for being mixed race in the Asian community. My growth and education in my Japanese heritage, history, and language had given me confidence in my identity as a Japanese person that no amount of racial slurs, stereotypes, or discrimination I received from any group of people could shake. My growth and knowledge of my self as a sexually and gender queer person and found footing in the LGBTQ+ community had shed the self hatred and fear of rejection from my mind. As painful as losing my grandmother would be, it would not and could not break me as might have before. I was tired of living behind lies. Being able to do something about that without fear of losing myself in my lost relationship was the most liberating thing I’d felt in my history with my Japanese and queer identities.

The second of the two reasons is absolutely the way my grandmother responded to my coming out. She both met my expectations and surprised me in the best of ways. And by that I mean that her reaction was so explicitly something my grandmother would say and do, but my fear of the worst case scenario had clouded my ability to perceive this outcome over the former.

I saw the opportunity to tell her over a conversation we had started about the recent mass shooting of LGBTQ+ people in Orlando, Florida. The devastation she expressed over the massacre, her clear understanding of the hateful prejudice behind the crime, it allowed me to see her clearer than before.

“I don’t understand why people do that!” I remember her shouting. “Why you got to hurt and kill people just because you disagree? Megan, it does not matter who you love, who I love, it doesn’t matter! Just because you believe doesn’t give you right to take another’s life!”

With her words my perceptions changed. My biases that often allowed me to view her as a stubborn child with an adult’s face and experiences had been pushed aside. Instead of the previously held image I’d had, my view of my grandmother had shifted to that of a women who’d experienced much hardship and shut out many new people and ideas because of it, but was still capable of growth and acceptance of new social norms and ways of thinking. This new image, this new perception of my grandma was a kinder, softer one than I’d met previously. It was one that I was safe with, I could feel it in my stomach and my cheeks.

“You know, it’s kind of scary for people like me, people who like more than just the opposite sex, people like those killed in that club, to be alive right now,” I said. “I’m like them, I like more than just boys, I want to date a girl someday, and it scares me that someone might want to kill me for that.”

My grandmother stared at me for a moment, her bony arms encircling her small legs, a high hum coming from her throat. That hum and the noise of her TV that never got turned off were the only sound in the room for several moments.

“You like girls?” She asked, then gestured to the news on the TV. “Like those people?”

I nodded and she made the same high hum.

“Well you know, Megan,” she said, looking down then back up again. I could feel my heart pounding heavily against my chest. “it does not matter who you love what you believe because you are my granddaughter. You are my first granddaughter and I will love you and take care of you always.”

I felt tears pricking my eyes and my heart slow its pace. I’d cried coming out to each of my parents so far, but this was the first time my tears were from joy.

With my mother I’d cried with frustration and anger at her lack of understanding and patronizing questions. Despite her general acceptance and “I’ll always love you” concluding statements, it’d hurt that she’d had so many concerns and objections. With my father I’d cried with rage, the pain of betrayal, the pain of lost love, and a fear for my livelihood then forward. He’d made me feel like a child running from home who truly had no option of turning back. He’d made me feel like his promises to love and care for me all these years had been out right lies.

But with my grandmother, all I’d felt was an overwhelming happiness from her words. Her straightforward acceptance, her attempt to understand me with out being invasive… I hadn’t been aware of how desperately I’d needed her to respond in this way until she had. With it I felt a tremendous weight lifted off my chest and a surge of love and emotion.

Seeing my watering eyes, my grandmother leaned forward and hugged me. I laughed at how her arms could hardly reach around my shoulders and I scooted closer so to make it easier for her. She patted my back with her bony, knobby, hands and kissed my head.

“I don’t care who you love, Megan. I love you first and that’s what’s important.”

I sniffled and laughed, squeezing her waist in my arms.

“Arigatou gozaimasu, obaachan. Aishite,” I said. “Thank you, grandma. I love you.”


my friend told me the E version photoshoot makes them look like pokemon gym leaders and now i can’t get it out of my head so i wrote a bulletpoint list as to what type of leader i think each person would be!!!


NAMJOON - electric type specialist

  • namjoon is the first gym leader you have to face when you set out on your journey. you’re hesitant at first when you were starting out because your parents were well-known trainers back in the day, so you were scared that you wouldn’t match up to their reputations. however, meeting namjoon was a breath of fresh air because he held no expectations of you whatsoever. coming from an elite family of pokemon trainers himself, he was able to relate to your self-doubt and encouraged you instead to go on your own path to self-discovery
  • (that “encouragement” just so happened to be an hour long sermon, so you weren’t really sure exactly what he said after the 20 minute mark, but you assumed it was something along those lines)
  • you come back the next day hoping to battle him immediately, but like all gyms, his was designed as a puzzle.
  • “All trainers think that all it takes is power and experience to become the greatest out there. What they tend to forget is that intelligence and strategy are just as important!”
  • H O L Y SHIT was this dude a fucking sadist or something because his gym was a fucking MAZE
  • you were essentially stuck in the dark, maneuvering your way blindly while stumbling across trainers to boot. the place was filled with doors and hallways, each room only accessible after solving a riddle or trivia about pokemon
  • after much stumbling and a lot of bullshitting your way through the answers, you eventually find your way to namjoon
  • “Ah, so you made it! You were definitely much faster than (rival’s name). I’m excited to see how well you do!”
  • despite being generally nice and supportive, he definitely did not go easy on you during your battle
  • “What? Do you expect me to be the easiest gym leader just because I’m your first official battle? Not a chance, darling!”
  • suffice to say, you almost got smote out of the sky by his powerful raichu, whom you thought you could have easily defeated with your ground type pokemon
  • electric types have very little weaknesses (read: only two) so Namjoon is pretty much an expert when it comes to dealing with those weaknesses. 
  • you got a ground type? bitch, he has pikachu that knows how to use SURF
  • “Holy shit? I thought surfing pikachu was a myth!”
  • “The only thing mythical about my pikachu is that it’s about to pound you to dust!”
  • In the end, however, you were able to defeat him (although, you might have had to rechallenge him a few times. But you got there eventually)
  • “Wow. It feels just like yesterday that we just met. I’m sure that I will be hearing more great things about you in the future. I’m already excited to see how much you will grow! ‘til our next battle!”
  • ((he ends up climbing the ranks and joins the elite four. so that next battle comes sooner than you could have imagined!))

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One More Time

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2,473

Warnings: Smut…and cursing! Metal Arm Kink because reasons.

Summary: Reader and Bucky like each other but they don’t know about the other’s feelings. One day when they are training, reader can’t stop “admiring” his arm. Smut happens!

A/N: I just felt like writing metal arm smut so ya. If you want part 2 let me know. Also, please tell me how my writing is!! Please…

Tagging @bovaria and @fvckingavengers because I dreamed a dream where my writing was actually not that bad and they might notice me…Notice me Senpais!!!

Update: Part 2

Originally posted by jamiebarnes

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Talk Dirty To Me Part I (Owen Grady x Reader) NSFW

As requested by anon: pretty please write an Owen imagine where the reader is a new trainer and is staying at the bungalow with Owen. (possibly with lots of dirty talk) rest is up to you.

Warning: Dominant Owen smut lies ahead

Part two is here.

You’d fallen asleep to the sound of gentle ocean waves, and you awoke to clanking metal. It startled you, as you hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep to begin with, but then again, everything startled you these days.

A few weeks ago, you’d been helicoptered onto the Jurassic World island for a job you knew nothing about, save for the fact that they were offering to pay you triple what you were making at the time. You soon found out that your work training dogs at the police academy in your home town had grabbed their attention, and that they wanted you to do “exactly what you’ve been doing, only a little different”, as Claire had put it so eloquently. The whole thing was very vague and borderline sketchy, and it took almost twenty minutes for you to finally figure out what the hell they wanted from you.

Raptors. They wanted you to train raptors.

You almost left right then. You knew damn well what happened two decades ago at the original Jurassic Park, and you sure as hell weren’t going anywhere near those things. Besides, what the fuck did you know about dinosaurs? This wasn’t a job for a dog trainer, this was a job for a…a scientist…or something. But then, right as you were about to say no, he walked in the room.

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anonymous asked:

oh my god i just read two rotten apples and holy fuck their relationship is so terrible i feel so bad for her goddamn idk why i feel so hurt but pls make jungkook suffer

anonymous asked:

yo… ik everyone will disagree wit me but the relationship in tra is just way too toxic like why do i feel like shit when even if im just the reader. im so fucking mad why is jungkook such an asshole n why is the oc so easy UDHDHJD

anonymous asked:

it fucks with my mind how horrible jk is to the oc in tra i didnt do anything productive today bc i felt like shit LMAO

drabble #3

COUNT → 3.519

GENRE → smut | crack

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | penis in mouth | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | dick riding | the occasional sarcastic quip

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5COMING SOON

note → i didn’t have this in mind with the current story line of two rotten apples, which you can read the first part here. so kinda consider this drabble just like. i dont even know. i have no idea. i think as the story goes on. ill link the drabbles for where i think they are in the story. the other two happen later on so they wont be linked yet until more parts are released!!!!!!! anyway i wrote this in a state of anger and perspiration!!!!!!!!!!! if u dont like my characters. or dont like the story. u could just. consider this: close out of my blog and never come back. no one was forcing u to read this. so i didnt appreciate these msgs. i understand u were venting but u didnt even say anything positive about the story so how could u expect me to respond positively??? anyways g’nite

The skin of Elise’s knuckles lightened as her fists clenched on the kitchen counter. She’d been dicing onions for a breakfast omelette but Kale’s noises from upstairs were distracting her as they drifted to her ears from the vent above her head. The kitchen was directly below their shared bedroom, so she could hear every single sound he made, even the bed creaking under his weight.

Washing her hands quickly, she grabbed a nearby towel to dry them off before heading towards the long, twisting marble staircase leading to the upstairs hallway, following the grunts and groans of her beloved husband.

As she peered into the bedroom, she gasped at the sight before her. Kale was lounging on the mattress, a rose placed between his succulent lips and a single cut from one of the thorns garnishing his lower lip. He probably should’ve cut all the thorns off before placing it in his mouth but he was never the smart one. His chest glistened under the light of the full moon, even though just a few seconds ago, Elise was making a breakfast omelette and typically those are made in the morning. She just didn’t have a good concept of time and made breakfast omelettes at night and steaks at eight o’clock in the morning.

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Heard You - Kasperi Kapanen

Originally posted by mattsmartin

Notes: Here’s some smut y’all. Enjoy!!

Mentions: William Nylander, Zach Hyman, Connor Brown

Warnings: Smut

Smut: Yes | No

Requested by Anonymous: Can you do a Kasperi Kapanen smut where you to are home alone getting heated but are interrupted when you hear something but get back to what you were doing and then when y'all are done you find out that like Willy and a couple other players came over and heard everything       

Up Next: Auston Matthews

Teaser: “What the fuck are you guys doing here?”

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Warnings: kinda angsty

Request/Summary: Could you please do one where the sister is deaf/mute and the brothers are having a hard time with it, just a lot of fluff!! I saw the post that you were having writers block, I completely understand if you don’t get around to this quickly, take you time :) x

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,149

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

Age: anywhere between 12 and 16

2 months. 2 months now you haven’t been able to speak. Not because you didn’t want to but because  you were almost too afraid to speak. By the second week of you not speaking your brothers decided to take you to a physcologist, they then said to take you to a psychiatrist and they then told them to take you to a speech-language pathologist whatever that is, nonetheless they took you anyways. You didn’t understand why you had to go all three if they were all going to say the same thing. You had been diagnosed with traumatic mutism.

“Traumatic mutism comes after a child witnesses a death or a traumatic event, isn’t able to process such event causing the child to become mute.” said the so-called speech-language pathologist upon being asked quite rudely by Dean. You and Sam decided to wait outside of the doctors office while they continued to speak noticing how the conversation was affecting you slightly.

“Okay, and what the hell can we do to fix her” Dean answered back. He didn’t mean to be rude he was just desperate. His baby sister wasn’t talking for christ’s sake.

“She isn’t broken.” The doctor said raising her brow, “And if you don’t mind me asking, can you tell me what traumatic event she witnessed?” she asked Dean, quite curious really.

“Oh uhh,” Dean thought for a second, he hadn’t thought about what to tell the doctor, “our dad, he uh past away an’ she was with him when it happened.” he answered quickly, it was in fact true that you were there moments before your father died, but that wasn’t what really caused you to become mute. He didn’t really know what happened, neither did Sam.

Okay.” she answered back skeptically. Although you were outside you heard everything they said, making you even more anxious.

Now, you were in your room sketching in your journal. Even though you didn’t want to speak you had to let out your emotions somehow. You were afraid, anxious, sad, angry at yourself for not saving those innocent people, it felt as if every negative emotion was in you and you were to full of them to do anything.

You heard a knock on your door, you simply looked at it already knowing who would walk in. And alas you were right, Sam and Dean opened the door to your room and saw you sitting at your desk scribbling away in a small journal.

“Hey what’re you doing?” Sam asked tenderly moving to you in three long strides with his long legs. You simply looked at him and then back at your journal where you had drawn what seemed like a werewolf

“Oh you’re drawing, that seems nice.” He answered to your silence. They both seemed awkward and tense making you anxious. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room which you couldn’t muster up the courage to break so instead Dean did, but how you wished he didn’t.

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capfoxxy  asked:

OMG your bartender scenario jssjhijjskfkfk amazing! I wish u had more views tho. Can I request a HC with RFA (and maybe Saeran and V) reacting to MC being a former porn star or having a sex tape uploaded on a porn site, i dunno if u like writing this kind of stuff. Congrats again, ur wrtiting is really good! :)

Tnx tnx! It’s okay, I’m kinda new on that stuff, so i didn’t really expect to have a lot of followers, maybe it happens one day, but… who knows?

I’m going with MC ex- pornstar, I can only think that a sextape would be a revenge porn’s case and that can be very triggering, so yeah… let’s think MC agreed on being filmed and got paid for it.


  • You told him as soon as you started being a serious couple
  • You were younger, your parents never really supported you going to college, so you basically lived on your own and had to pay for it, you were desperate and you did it
  • You weren’t really proud, but you didn’t regret it either
  • He tried to remain calm, but he had so many questions
  • “Would you do it again?” “Or are you still doing it?” “Did you have to do something you didn’t want to?” “Do you still contact your co-workers?”
  • All the answers were “no”
  • He was a broke college student himself, so he could relate
  • And he felt really bad that, unlike him, you didn’t have supportive parents
  • You tried to keep cool, but you couldn’t hold back a big sigh in relief, you were so afraid of his reaction, you thought he was going to leave you, you cried a little
  • He also cried a little: “MC, you were the one who taught me to let things on the past go, why would I leave you? I love you, nothing will ever change that! Just forget it and move on. Move on with me” you hugged and kissed him, no porn in the world could ever have such a passionate scene like that
  • Later that night, when you were cuddling, you told him if he was curious and wanted to watch it, you wouldn’t mind. He considered the idea, but refused. What was the point if you were moving on, anyway?


  • You were dating for a while, and every time he talked about moving in together or taking further steps on the relationship, you would back away
  • He couldn’t understand why, because he knew you liked him as much as he liked you
  • You noticed him struggling, and you couldn’t handle anymore
  • You made him sit and told him everything. You were younger and desperate for money, you didn’t actually regret it, but wasn’t really proud.
  • Actually, this was never a problem for you until you started dating, because now you knew this could be a scandal in his promising career
  • You knew how those tabloids could drag you to the mud, you and him. So, for the first time, you were really ashamed of what you did, tears rolled down from your eyes
  • He felt hurt, not because of what you did, but because of what the media could do to you. A lovely, sweet girl like you could be destroyed because of such a silly thing like that. Yes, silly.
  • You wanted to break up for his job’s sake, he didn’t let you. Your love was too strong and could overcome anything.
  • You were so overwhelmed, you had the most perfect boyfriend in the world! Why did you even think leaving him would be good for you? He was your true and only happiness
  • But you were still very self conscious, so Zen asked Seven to make the video disappear from the internet.
  • Seven said he owned him one, but it was just for tease, he was happy to do this for you. He kept a copy on a flash drive and gave to you two.
  • Zen got into an inner debate about watching it or not. You said you didn’t mind, he was afraid, but yet very curious
  • You watched together, he was concerned about releasing the beast watching this, well… the beast was laughing hard!
  • The plot, the lightning, the make-up… awful! You pretended you were offended, but laughed too.
  • He destroyed the flash drive and kissed you. “Now… my princess, we don’t need cameras, let’s do our own scene, and ours can have much more quality.”


  • You cut the crap and told her as soon as you started dating
  • It wasn’t full porn, it was just one of those Spring Break videos with drunk girls showing her boobs and letting guys take shots of tequila on her bodies
  • None of you were embarrassed, it was lame, and you looked almost unrecognizable.
  •  She chuckled a little because you looked so silly and completely different from who you were today.
  • She didn’t like seeing you making out with another girl on video, but oh well… the past is in the past, and you were different now, you wouldn’t do things like that now
  • “You got paid for this?”
  • “Yeah, with a bottle of tequila”
  •  You told her all the crazy stuff you did on that holyday and MOM MODE was activated
  • “You’re here and everything is fine, but you could be in real trouble, MC. What if the producers of this forced you to do something? And you didn’t even make money out of this? They shouldn’t exploit drunk naïve girls like that.”
  • And now FEMINIST MODE was on too: “Seriously! What’s wrong with this industry? They sexualize and objectify girls, they make money on them, and all you got was a tequila?”
  • She got a point, but Jaehee chill, this was a long time ago
  • “No, that’s it! What’s the name of the studio that shot this? I’m writing them an email, if they don’t send you money, I’m taking this to court”
  • Now she was the one being naïve, and you were embarrassed
  • But it was very cute to see your girlfriend so ready to fight for you


  • It’s the same case as Zen. He was ready to go further, you were backing away
  • You knew this could be a scandal, and you didn’t want to tell him, because you were terrified of his possible reaction
  • And then he confronted you. Why didn’t you want a relationship with him? It was because of his possessiveness? Because he was too cold?
  • You felt horrible seeing him like this, he wasn’t the problem at all
  • But you were too scared to tell him, so instead, you actually showed him
  • He was shocked! What were you thinking?
  • “I needed the money for college.”
  • “You could’ve asked me”
  • “I didn’t even know you back then”
  •  “Well… ok.”
  • He didn’t ask anything, he didn’t even say anything else. Oh boy… this was even scarier than you thought.
  • You haven’t heard anything from him for a couple of days and just thought it was over. You wished you two could have solved this in a more mature way, but… well, you weren’t in the position to demand anything from him.
  • However, one day, he appeared at your house. “It’s taken care of”
  • “What do you mean?”
  • “At first, I wanted to arrest the producers and everyone that saw that video, but my lawyer told me there’s no crime because you weren’t a minor. So I paid Luciel to at least make that video disappear from the face of the earth. I even let him play with Elizabeth the 3rd, I would do anything for you, so keep that in mind before running away from me.”
  • “I – I didn’t run away, I just thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, this could ruin your reputation! I mean… a corporate heir and a…”
  • “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, MC! No one can talk about you like that, not even you, you hear me? I love you! I don’t mind your past, everything that matters is the present and, most important, our future together. I’m used to media trash talking, so don’t even think a trivial thing like that could make me dislike you.”
  •  You didn’t have an answer, at least not one with words, so you just kissed him over and over
  • And when you were cuddling in your bed, he smirked. “So… are you still able to do the position you did on minute 23:17 on the video?”
  • “How many times did you watch it?”


  • Well, he knew because of the background check
  • He would never bring it up if you haven’t done first
  • You explained your situation back then, he fell sad for you, but that didn’t matter anymore
  •  “So… now I can watch it without feeling guilty?”
  • “As if you haven’t watched before”
  • You didn’t believe at first, but you changed your mind when you two started watching
  • Because it was a freaking secret agent plot, and it was so bad! And you could tell he was reacting to this for the very first time
  •  And he pointed out all the inconsistencies on the story
  • “You could never carry a gun on a outfit like that, your target would totally see it and shoot you first”
  • “The boss would never show his face like that, let alone showing you his-“
  • “Okay, that’s it! Turn it down!”
  • “Nooooo, it’s so funny!”
  • He got into a debate with himself about deleting the video of the site. Although he wanted to keep those scenes of you all to himself, he couldn’t  deprive the world of such a masterpiece
  • But he deleted after all, and kept a copy for him
  • You were happy that he was so chill about that, but you knew he was going to tease you about it forever!
  • When you were in bed at night, he crawled up over you, gave you a deep kiss and whispered in your ear. “Now I’m gonna teach you how to properly finish a target, my hot little spy”


  • He also did a background check on you before leading you to the apartment
  • At that time, this wasn’t really relevant for him and his plans
  • After he recovered, he totally forgot about that
  • Until you brought it up when you started dating
  • Blushing mess. Oh my god, he looked at you and couldn’t believe such a cute creature could do all those things in front of a fucking camera
  •  You felt bad for making him uncomfortable and apologized
  • And now he was the one feeling bad because you were just being honest about your past, and hell, who was he to judge the stupid things you did?
  •  You were his, so yes, he made that video disappear
  • But to show you he was ok with that, he kept a copy and you watched together
  • He scoffed. “You were totally faking it!”
  • “What? No, I wasn’t!”
  • “Of course you were! When I fuck you like that, you make a completely different noise.”
  • ‘How do you know I’m not faking it with you, then?” you teased, he responded with a wicked glare at you.
  • “First, we’re gonna burn that copy. Then I’m gonna make you pay for even suggesting that! I know your body very well and how it react to my touch… and I’m gonna remind you of that all night!”
Surprise At A Concert (Minho)

Originally posted by colorsofshiningstars

Type: Fluff

Request: Hi can I get some Idol gf x Minho long fluffy scenario???? the story dosent matter!! Pretty please!! Thank you!!!

Hi!! I love your blog !! Thanks for all the writing you do !!! I was wondering is i could have a scenario were Minho proposes to his Idol girlfriend at her concert something really cute and fluffy!!! Thank you!!

G/N: group’s name

You always did your best, each show, practice, interview you worked hard to prove you were good at your job as an idol. You wanted to be the best role model as well. You wanted to be someone all the little girls and boys could look up too. You did all of this along with maintaining a relationship with fellow SM artist Choi Minho, your very long termed boyfriend. You felt lucky to call him yours, knowing him since your debut made life so interesting. All the little romantic moments that grew to this point were perfect. You loved him and he loved you.


You were sat down on a stool by your group mates. You guys had been on tour for nearly 3 months and this was your last concert of tour and you guys always did Seoul for some reason last but decided to enjoy the fact you didn’t have to go far to get home afterwards. Often times your concerts were a normal spot to spot SM artists and often times your boyfriend Minho was the most reported one as fans always told about how supportive he was.You were told to look at the screen. Soon Minho’s face came on screen as the crowd was yelling and happy about it all. 

“Hello Y/N” he spoke offering a smile, his charming smile that always made you feel better. “I know this is the first time I have missed a G/N concert here and I feel bad” he continued as you frowned softly. He was working on something for Shinee from what he had told you. It was a surprise on both ends according to him. “We’ve been dating for mmm…7 years now. Happy anniversary” you smiled and he hadn’t mentioned it all day in texts or when he called, the crowd once more cheered which was like background noise as you were extremely focused on Minho’s video. “One of my favorite memories with you was when the one before we started dating, I was filming Hello Baby and you came over after filming and met Yoogeun and you said that you thought he looked just like me. And I told you that this is what our child would look like. You laughed but I could tell I had made you really uncomfortable” he joked as you remembered that. He was so bright red after those words slipped out of his mouth.

Minho was super good at embarrassing himself around you over the years. You loved it about him.”We graduated high school together and you agreed to go on a date with me. We had to be very hidden with it and ended going to the finest restaurant we could find. Now we always go as a come back meal, I’ll promise to take you soon" he hummed as he looked around. His face became serious as he sighed “we’ve had our ups and downs like every other couple and I hated how we left on a rather bad note this tour. I made it sound like our relationship was going nowhere by accident and it opened my eyes to a lot after that” he told you didn’t know you were crying until your group mate wiped your eyes as she stood beside you. “We didn’t get to make up for it in person but don’t worry guys we’re fine now” he told the crowd. “Once more happy anniversary and I am hoping we can see each other later to celebrate but I think what happens next will make up for everything already” he explained as you looked very confused. You looked around you seeing that your group members weren’t beside you anymore. You didn’t know they were blocking your view so you couldn’t look behind you and even the crowd had grown heavily quiet.

The screen soon changed to you sitting there as a figure was behind you that wasn’t one of your group mates. You spun around in the seat as it was Minho, he wasn’t standing either he was down on one knee wearing a microphone. You were processing everything that was happening in front of you as the crowd was hysterical at the scene and you were sure almost everyone including your group mates had there phones out recording it. 

“I wanted to make this special” he spoke as he opened the box revealing a diamond ring “7 years is a long time to be dating and we’re still super young but I want to do this. I had a really fancy speech planned but I can’t remember it now since it’s really happening” he said as you laughed “so I will make this very simple, will you marry me Y/L/N Y/N? Be my wife pleade” he asked as you nodded not being able to say anything to him at the moment. He stood up quickly as he walked closer and you guys shared a deep kiss on stage. Your makeup was running but you didn’t mind, you just got freaking engaged in front of a full stadium of fans. Once he pulled back he slid the ring onto your finger and he turned to the crowd and bowed. “Thank you for letting me do this here” he says as the screamed at him happily. He wiped your eyes before resting his forehead against yours lightly. He pulled the mic away from his mouth so he could speak quietly to you and only you. “I love you baby. I want to make that extremely clear” he told you “I know you do” you whispered back. “Good welcome back?” he then asked with a smirk as you shoved him. “What if I said no?” you asked him as his face went serious “I think I would have leaped off of stage” he says as he smiles laregly “good thing you didn’t say no” he told you as he brought you close to him.

We Need This

Min Yoongi (BTS)

Friends with Benefits AU

Genre: Smut

Length: 842 words

By: Admin A


As soon as the door opened, you pulled him in, pushing him back roughly against the wood to close it. As soon as the lock clicked, your mouth was on his, desperate and rough. He responded in kind and it was a battle of wills, a battle of lips, tongue, and teeth. The two of you needed this. For you, it was a desperately needed outlet to release the midterms stress that had been building up the past couple weeks. For him, it was a way to release the stress from two monster comebacks and an approaching world tour.

 His hands tangled in your hair and tugged, causing a breathless moan to escape your lips. He took that moment to switch positions, whirling you around and pinning you against the door instead of him. Your hands fisted in the fabric of his sweatshirt before moving up to tangle in his hair. You opened up your eyes to find him staring at you with a dark expression, full of lust. Your hips rolled against his and he growled your name softly.

 “Yoongi…bedroom…now…” you managed to murmur against his lips as he continued kissing you passionately. You realized those were the first words you uttered since you’d opened the door, but you really couldn’t find it in you to care. Still lost in the feverish kiss, you jumped up and locked your legs around his torso.

 He chuckled against your lips and carried you to your bedroom, not even needing to look to make the journey. This happened too often for it to be unfamiliar anymore. He always showed up to your door. You lived alone, perfect for when he needed to escape a life filled with cameras, screaming fans, and six other bandmates, though you knew he loved his bandmates greatly. It really hadn’t surprised you when, earlier, your phone buzzed with a text from him saying. “I’m coming over. 10 minutes.”

 You had smiled down at your phone as you read his short message. You knew exactly what he was coming over for. You’d shot back a quick, “You know the code. Door is unlocked for you,” before settling down by the door to wait for him. Even if the door was locked, you gave him the spare key so he could always get in if he needed, whether or not you were there. You smirked slightly at the thought. You and Yoongi weren’t a thing, just childhood friends. You’d been friends with him for as long as you could remember. But, it wasn’t until one night, where both of you had been drinking and venting about school and life as an idol respectively, that tension snapped and ended up with you on top of him, your eyes shut, your head thrown back, and breathless noises escaping as he moaned and grunted filthy words to you.

 It wasn’t until you woke up the next morning, wrapped around each other, that you’d gotten a chance to talk about what happened the previous night. “I needed that,” he’d said groggily.

You’d laughed. “I did too. That has to be the most effective stress reliever I’ve experienced.” Then you had stopped laughing and looked at him seriously. “Yoongi,” you’d murmured, “where does this leave us though? I’m not looking for a relationship right now, and I know you’re not either.”

He’d looked at you thoughtfully before answering. “You’re right, I’m not looking for a relationship. But I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t enjoy that, because I did. And if the noises you made last night were any indication, I’d say you enjoyed that too. You’re already one of my closest friends, so why not add this on. You’re beautiful and I trust you more than anyone. So how about it? Friends with benefits. With the insanity that is our lives? I think we need this.” His lips had quirked into a small, but handsome smile as he looked at you.

You focused on those last words as you snapped back to the present. Gently tossing you on the bed, Yoongi climbed over you, smirking. “What a greeting,” he murmured darkly.

Staring up into his burning eyes, you realized what he had said that one morning was absolutely true. The two of you needed this, no matter how crazy the arrangement seemed. You needed him just as much as he needed you and the agreement you two had suited you just fine. The thought made you pull his head down to you in a surprisingly gentle kiss. When you pulled away, his eyebrows were raised in slight curiosity, no doubt at the shift in moods.

You smirked at his surprise, leaning in and brushing your lips against his to whisper, “Alright…I can’t think about school for one more damn minute. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think straight.”

His smirk widened as he chuckled. “I can do that,” he said almost wickedly before proceeding to give you what you wanted, no, what you needed, just like he always did.

A World I Wouldn't Want To Live In // A Stiles Stilinski Story

Prompt: Soulmate Au where instead of your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your skin, it’s their last words you ever hear them say so you don’t know who your soulmate is until you lose them.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Pain, Fighting, Swearing, Angst, and Death.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 5,511

A/N: I wrote this quite a while back, but wasn’t exactly ready to post it. However, I guess I am now. I really hope you guys like it and maybe even cry a bit hehehe.

Your name: submit What is this?


I grabbed the last file left on the table and shoved it inside the missing persons’ drawer. With a sigh, I put on my jacket and walked towards the Sheriff’s office.

Another person has gone missing, amongst the hundreds Beacon Hills has had in the past few years. It’s so incredibly frustrating knowing that you have everything it takes to help, but no way of getting there.

I extended my hand, opening the station door. I couldn’t help but take another millionth glimpse at the statement written on my arm.

And that is a world I would never want to live in.

You see, all humans are born with what their soulmates would say to them, permanently engraved in our skin. Everyday I look at it, even though I have it completely memorized.

“I’m heading home, Sheriff. And you should probably, too. It’s really late and everyone has already left.” I stated when I entered my boss’ office.

“No.” He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “I have to stay and do everything I can.”

“Sir, with all due respect, you can’t save people if you’re not in the right mental and physical state.”

“I know.” He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a bottle of pills. Grabbing his mug, he took one with ease. “But, I can try.”

“Well, what do you plan on doing?”

“Look through everything over again, make sure I didn’t miss anything, wait for any important phone calls, try and find patterns…” He listed, putting his mug back down on the desk.

“Alright then.” I removed my jacket and threw it on a bench. “Where do we start?”

“Deputy, go get some rest.”

“Not when you’re here, working alone. Besides, we can have some fun while doing this! Crank up some music, order some pizza, enjoy ourselves and help people at the same time.” I smiled proudly, folding my arms across my chest.

“No, you’re just a kid. You need to go home.”


“Dad! Scott and I-” A voice called, yanking the door open and storming into the Sheriff’s office. “Oh, hi!”

The voice belonged to a very handsome guy with messy brown hair, adorably cute moles and incredibly gorgeous amber colored eyes.

“Stiles, this is (Y/N). Beacon Hill’s newest Deputy.” My boss introduced, pointing his finger at me.

“Hey.” Stiles smiled, extending his hand. I couldn’t help, but look at the quote engraved in his own skin.

Stiles, please, I need you.

“Hi.” I smiled back as his eyes connected with mine.

And, suddenly, everything around me ceased to exist. All that mattered was his eyes piercing into mine. It was like he was looking into my soul and I was looking into his. His was pure and good. I could feel myself getting lost in him.

“(Y/N), this is my son, Stiles.” The Sheriff stated, pulling me out of my trance.

“N-nice to meet you.” I stuttered, feeling nervous.

“Likewise.” Stiles cleared his throat.

“So, what did you and Scott do?”

“What? Oh!” His eyes stopped gazing into mine and looked over at his father. “We found the missing girl.”

“Oh my God!” The Sheriff’s jaw dropped and then he grabbed his keys, heading towards the door. “Come on, let’s go see her.”

“Wait, dad.” Stiles extended his hand, stopping him in his tracks. “She’s not…”

“She’s not what, Stiles?”

“She’s not…” Stiles let out a sigh. “She’s not alive.”

The Sheriff’s eyes immedietly fell to the floor.

With my heart in my throat, I approached his desk and took the girl’s file into my hands. Grabbing the necessary tool, I stamped Deceased on the cover.

“Of what?” I heard the Sheriff ask in a hushed tone. “The usual or… is he officially back?”

“He’s back.” Stiles whispered, uneasy.

“Wait, who’s back?” I asked, turning around and interrupting their secret conversation.

“Uh…” Stiles and my boss stared at each other with wide eyes.

“Who’s back?” I pressed, folding my arms across my chest.

“Um, m-my, uh… brother.” Stiles stuttered, flailing his arms around.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Brother?”

“Yes. His name is, uh, Nog-Ni-Nigel. Yeah, Nigel Stilinski.”

I looked at Sheriff Stilinski and his eyes were glued to the floor, avoiding mine at all costs.

“I didn’t know you had one son, Sheriff Stilinski. Let alone, two.” I skepted, narrowing my eyes.

“Yup.” He answered, sweat starting to form on his forehead.

I walked up to Stiles, my face inches from his, and gazed into his eyes. Trying to catch any signs of lying.

“You two close?”

“Extremely.” Stiles gulped.

“Then, how come he left town?”

“He, uh- um. He…” Stiles looked around desperately and I just stared him down.

“Okay, fine.” He sighed, shifting on his feet. “I don’t have a brother.”

“So, you lied.” I deducted, resting my hands on my hips.

“Well, that depends on how you define lying.”

“I define it as keeping the truth from someone, how do you define it?”

“Psht, reclining your body in a h-horizontal position.”

The next thing I know, an unexpected laugh escaped my lips at Stiles’ witty comment. Stiles gazed at me in awe as if he couldn’t believe someone actually laughed at his own joke.

“You can tell me what’s really going on. My lips are sealed.” I pretended to zip my lips and throw away the key.

Stiles chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Okay.” He smiled. “But, you can’t freak out.”

“I would never.”


“Pinky.” I stated, extending my pinky at him. Stiles wrapped his pinky around mine and I swear my heart just skipped a beat.

After that Stiles spent hours telling me everything he was holding back. Appearently, werewolves and other supernatural creatures really do exist! All my life I thought those myths were just stories made to entertain. But, no. They were stories telling us the truth, warning us.

“So, this Nogitsune, he ruined your life?” I asked Stiles as we sat across each other, each with a coffee in hand.

“Made it hell.”

“And now he’s back.”

Stiles just nodded, worry evident in his eyes.

Out of nowhere, we heard a loud noise coming from behind and both of us jumped up. Turning around, we realized what the sound was and where it came from.

The Sheriff was fast asleep in his desk chair, snoring. Stiles and I looked at each other and then we let out booming laughs.

“I should probably take him home.” He chuckled, putting his coffee down on the desk.

“Oh, okay.” I answered, a bit disappointed our conversation has come to an end.

“Dad.” Stiles called, shaking his father. But all he did was groan and complain, telling Stiles to leave him be.

“Grab his badge.” I suggested. “That always alerts him.”

Stiles raised his eyebrows as he did what I said. He reached for the Sheriff’s badge, trying to pull it off. And just as expected, Stilinski’s eyes shot open and stopped the thief’s hand.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He sighed, letting go of his son.

“Yes, just me. Come on, you need sleep.” Stiles commanded.

“Okay, okay. I’m going.”

Sheriff Stilinski got up with a grunt and took hold of his son’s car keys.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He told me, smiling, and then left the room.

“Thanks for the tip.” Stiles said, approaching me. “I’m so using that again.”

“No problem.” I chuckled.

“Okay, well. I should, uh, go.” Stiles gestured towards the door.

I just nodded.

“You have a safe ride home?”

“Yeah, my car’s parked right at the door.”

“Allright.” He smiled, walking away.

I turned around and grabbed my jacket.

“Oh wait I forgot something.” I heard Stiles comment, returning.

“What?” I asked, turning towards him.

“This.” Stiles placed his hand on my cheek, leaned in, and kissed me.

I froze at first, not at all expecting that. But, then, instantly sunk into it.

His lips fit perfectly with mine as we moved in harmony. I threw my arms around his neck and his hands fit into the small of my back, pulling me in closer.

It was the most incredible kiss I have ever had in my life.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, completely out of breath.

“Without a doubt.” I panted, leaning my forehead on his.

“Hey, babe.” I heard my favorite person greet, entering the police station.

Stiles walked over to my desk and leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Hey.” I responded, a huge smile on my face.

“You ready to go?”

“Yes, let me just put away these files.”

I stood up and grabbed all of the work on my desk, shoving them into the file cabinet beside me.

“Are all of those deceased people?” Stiles asked, concerned.

“Yeah.” I sighed, getting my jacket and putting it on.

“It’s been five months since he came back and still nothing.” Stiles hung his head low.

I approached him and lifted his face, carressing it.

“It’s also been five months since we’ve started dating.” I smiled, trying to cheer him up. “Now, come on. There’s a movie waiting for us on Netflix and a pizza place awaiting our call.”


“That was the worst movie ever.” I stated in awe, taking a sip of my soda.

“Yeah.” Stiles chuckled, grabbing his slice of pizza and lifting it up.

Just as he was about to take a bite, I swooped in and took one first.

“Hey!” He laughed. I just shrugged as I chewed.

“Oh, yeah?” He challenged, putting his plate aside on his nightstand.

Stiles immediately pinned me down to his bed and hovered over me, a giggle escaping my lips with excitement.

“Spit it out.” He smirked, his eyes playfull.

I just shook my head, a grin creeping on my lips.

“No?” He raised an eyebrow and I nodded.

“Okay, then you have a choice. Either you swallow or…” Stiles lifted his hands slowly. “You’ll be attacked by the tickle monster!”

Stiles reached down and began to tickle me. I couldn’t help, but squirm and laugh under his control.

After not being able to take his torture anymore, I swallowed the food and raised my hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay!” I managed to shout through my fits of laughter. “You win!”

“Damn straight.” Stiles smiled proudly. “I always win.”

“What? No you don’t!” I protested, leaning up on my elbows.

“Of course I do. I’m stronger.”

“Sure, you’re stronger.” I slowly reached up to him with a seductive smirk. “But, I’m smarter.”

This time, I pinned him down to the bed and hovered over his body.

“Now it’s your turn to choose.” I challenged. “You can either resist or…” I leaned down and planted wet kisses on his neck. “You can give in and call me the winner of all winners.”

“Never.” He breathed.

“Allrighty then.” I smirked.

Stiles layed his hands down beside him, avoiding any contact.

I trailed my tongue down his neck, kissing him as I did. I reached up and seductively removed my shirt.

Stiles’ eyes stared wide as I slowly unhooked my bra. I took it off, Stiles watching my every movement.

We’ve been together for a while now, but this is the first time we’ve ever seen each other naked.

I leaned down and kissed him hungrily. I could sense his inner struggle on whether or not he should touch me.

“Come on, Stiles.” I lured. “Give up.”

“N-No.” He stuttered, swallowing hard.

I smiled to myself as I took off my skirt, left in only my panties.

Stiles nervously looked down at me and then quickly shifted his eyes up at the ceiling.

“Stiles.” I whispered into his ear and he let out a whimper as I spoke. “I want you to know that I’m completely giving myself to you, right here, right now.”

“Just imagine it, Stiles. You can kiss me however you want.” I kissed him, biting down on his bottom lip. “You can do whatever you want.” I guided his hands to my breasts and held them there.“You can have me writhing under your touch and begging for more, screaming your name…”

I stared into his eyes and Stiles gazed back. The sexual tension in the room beginning to feel palpable.

“Aw, fuck it.” He confessed, pushing me down onto the bed and crashing his mouth on mine. I smiled against his lips as he quickly removed his clothes.

Stiles reached down and completely ripped apart my underwear, a gasp escaping from me. The way he’s acting right now is seriously turning me on.

Stiles took one of my nipples into his mouth as he slid a finger up and down my core.

“Damn, you’re already so wet.” He moaned, circling his finger around my clitoris.

My breath hitched as he went a little faster. One of his fingers entered my core and my head spun in response. Geez, this boy sure knows what he’s doing.

Stiles went even faster and bit down on my nipple, causing my back to arch and my hands to grip onto the bedsheets.

I moaned loudly when he replaced his hand with his tongue, sending me completely over the edge.

I closed my eyes shut, feeling myself release. The wave of ecstasy crashing down on me with pleasure.

After coming back down from my high, Stiles hovered over me.

“Was that good?” He smiled, licking his lips clean of my juices.

All I could do was nod, my breathing entirely unstable.

Stiles leaned in and kissed me passionately, I could taste myself on his tongue. His hands roamed down to my legs and began spreading them.

“Wait, do you have a condom?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

“Oh yeah.” He held out a finger. “One sec.”

Stiles sprinted off the bed and out of his room. Returning shortly after with a condom in hand.

“Okay, okay.” He excitedly jumped back on the bed.

Stiles ripped open the packet way too fast, causing the condom to slip out and fall on the floor.

“Oops.” He nervously laughed, picking it back up.

He spread out the condom and already started to slip it on.

“No, Stiles.” I chuckled. “You have to create a little air. To catch your sperm, remember?”

“Oh yeah. Of course.” He took off the condom and brought it up to his mouth, blowing into it.

A booming laugh escaped my lips and Stiles stopped what he was doing.

“That’s not how you do it, silly!” I giggled, an actual tear rolling down my cheek.

“Psht, I know that.” He waved me off.

Stiles stared at the condom, a distant look on his face. He seemed lost and confused.

“Wait, Stiles.” I sat up. “Have you never…?”

Stiles looked up at me in fear and then sighed.

“No.” He confessed, his head falling in shame.

“Oh, babe!” I smiled, grabbing his face and lifting it up to look into my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“You’re not rushing me into anything. I want to do this. So badly.” Stiles crashed his lips against mine and I instantly kissed him back.

The kiss wasn’t sweet and innocent. It was full of passion amd desire. His hands tangling in my hair and I moaned into his mouth when he accidently pulled it.

When we broke the kiss to breathe, Stiles’ lips were completely swollen. His pupils weren’t there normal golden brown color, they were now black with lust.

“Let me guide you.” I suggested, taking the condom and preparing it.

Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I slowly slipped it down his length.

I layed back down on the bed and spread my legs apart.

“I’m all yours.” I confirmed and he moaned as he took the sight in.

Stiles smiled widely as he positioned himself. One of his hands gripped onto my thigh and the other caressed my cheek.

His tip slid against my entrance and my core ached with need.

“Oh, God.” Stiles moaned once he slowly entered me, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand.

I moaned along with him. I’ve been with other guys before, but none of them felt right. It’s almost as if Stiles fits perfectly in me. As if our bodies were two puzzle pieces made for one another.

My hands gripped onto his back as he filled me deeply and began to thrust slowly.

Stiles’ fit his head into my neck, his breathing increasing as he picked up the pace. The hot feel of his breath against my neck had my skin tingling.

“Harder.” I begged and Stiles obliged, moaning.

He spread my thighs even wider by hitching my legs around his waist and pounded into me, forcing a scream to escape my lips.

Stiles’ was going in me deeper than before and his speed went even faster. I could feel the familiar knot grow in my stomach ane I immediately accepted it. His heavy breathing and moaning on my neck, our sweating bodies, and the overall feeling was making me go through a frenzy.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Please do not stop!” I begged, my back arching and nails digging into his skin.

I could feel my walls tighten around him and Stiles moaned loudly. His thrusts became needy and I knew he was getting close too.

Stiles brought his hand to my clitoris and rubbed intensely, causing me to be completely sent over the edge and feeling the knot explode all throughout my body.

When I had reached my much needed orgasm, it had triggered Stiles’ and we were both cumming in seconds. We screamed each other’s names as we released in rythm.

Stiles didn’t stop thrusting until we both came down from our incredible orgasms.

“Wow.” He commented, breathing heavily.

“Wow, indeed.” I smiled widely at him as I panted on his bed.

Stiles pulled out and removed the condom, tying it and throwing it away in his little trash can under his nightstand.

He and I snuggled under the covers and I melted into his arms.

“(Y/N)?” Stiles called, his eyes piercing into mine.

“Yes?” I asked, lightly sliding my thumb over his bottom lip.

“I love you.” He confessed, his eyes sparkling like never before.

That was the first time either one of us had said those three incredible words and it felt amazing.

“I love you, too.” I smiled, leaning in and squeezing myself closer to him.

I thought about how amazing and incredible Stiles is as I felt sleep drift over. I’m so lucky to have him. The way he makes me feel, like I’m constantly swimming in the stars, is something I never want to go away.


“Call me, okay?” I asked as we walked down his stairs, hand in hand.

“Absolutely.” He confirmed.

Stiles opened the front door and I started walking out.

“Hold on a second.” He pulled me back in, turning me around to face him. “You can’t just leave without a goodbye kiss.”

“You’re absolutely right, Stiles.” I giggled. “How dare I just start to walk away like that. Please forgive me.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He taunted, his hands resting on my cheeks.

“Oh, please, Stiles. I’ll do anything, anything I tell you!” I joked.

Stiles smiled widely as he leaned in and kissed me. I threw my arms around his neck, deepening it.

Stiles’ tongue slid across my bottom lip and I instinctively opened my mouth for him.

“(Y/N)?” He called, breaking the kiss. Stiles leaned his forehead against mine as we gasped for air.


“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Stiles.” I giggled.

Stiles kissed me one more time and I started to walk outside. A pair of our hands were still laced together as I continued to move.

As the distance between us increased, the harder it became to hold onto his hand. His fingers gently grazed my hand before there was too much space and we seperated, our arms falling down to our sides.


I groaned loudly as I reached for my ringing phone on the nightstand.

Grabbing it, I looked at the time with sleepy eyes.

3:37 am.

Who the hell is calling me at this hour?

“Hello?” I asked, my voice groggy from sleep.

“(Y/N)?” A hoarse voice called and I recognized it immediately.

“Stiles?” I instantly sat up and turned on the lamp beside me.

“I’m scared.” Stiles cried, his voice weak.

“What?” My heart jumped up into my throat.

“I don’t know how I got here, but I’m at the school. It’s dark and cold and I’m all alone. I can’t find my jeep and I-.”

“Stay right there, I’m coming.”

I hung up the phone, put on a jacket, and grabbed my car keys. After I ran down the stairs of my house, I put on the first pair of shoes I could find and bolted out the door.

“Come on!” I complained as I failed to start the car. Once I heard its purr, it was like music to my ears.

In all my life, I’ve never driven as fast as I am right now. It feels like the car’s going to glide off the road and start flying any minute now.

I halted to a stop when I arrived at the school, causing me to spring forward and hit my head on the steering wheel.

I quickly checked to see if any wounds were caused and, thank God, there weren’t any.

I quickly jumped out of the car and bursted into the school.

“Stiles?!” My voice echoed in the empty halls. My head would snap in every direction, looking for any sign of my boyfriend.

“Over here.” His voice called, coming from the first classroom in the school.

I entered it and saw Stiles sitting on the teacher’s desk chair.

“There you are.” I stated, finally letting myself breathe again. “You okay?” I approached him.

Stiles’ eyes were bloodshot and with bags under them. I can understand why they’re red due to his crying all night, but it wouldn’t make any sense for him to have bags. I mean I saw him just a few hours ago and they don’t develope that fast.

“I guess.” He sighed, opening his arms for me to hug him.

And I did just that. I sat down on his lap and buried my head inside his neck. I inhaled, expecting to take in the scent I’ve grown so familiar to.

But, instead it was completely different.

I looked up at Stiles and he was already staring at me. His eyes surprisingly… dark.

That’s when the lightbulb clicked and everything made sense. An eerie chill ran up my spin in fear.

“You’re not Stiles.”

“No.” The nogitsune smiled cynically. “Sorry to disappoint.”

I shot up and immedietly backed away from him. But, my back ended up hitting a wall.

The dark spirit slowly approached and stretched his arms on each side of me, closing me in.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for this moment a long time now.”

“What do you want?!” I shouted, absolutely terrified.

The nogitsune chuckled darkly and I shuttered.

“Revenge.” He stated, a sick smile on his face. “Your precious little boyfriend took everything from me.”

“All he did was save his friends!”

“Oh, no darling.” He tsked. “Not all of them.”

My mind flashed back to all of the stories Stiles told me about his world and that’s when I remembered.


“She killed my Oni!” He yelled angrily and I winced. “All I did was return the favor.”

“Is that all you do?” I challenged, a sense of confidence coming over me. “Kill people?!”

“It’s all apart of the game.”

“Fuck you and your stupid games!” I shouted directly into his face.

“Oh, but, I’m not finished playing yet.”

Suddenly, a pair of strong lights shone through the classroom’s windows.

Our heads snapped towards the light when we heard the sounds of wheels halting to a stop.

Headlights! They were headlights!

“No. What are they doing here?” I pushed the nogitsune roughly to the side and ran out towards the arrivals.

They were all getting out of their cars and slamming the doors shut.

“You have to leave! Now!” I shouted to the people I’ve learned to love.

“(Y/N)!” I heard him yell, my eyes shut in disbelief as he sprinted towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “What’s going on?! Lydia said she felt something was going to happen.”

“Wait, what?!” My eyes shot open. “But, she’s a banshee!”

“I know.” Stiles eyes were filled with concern.

“We have to go right now! Come on!” I pushed him towards his jeep, Stiles allowing me to.

“Leaving already?” The voice I least wanted to hear hissed, coming from behind me. “Just when things were starting to get fun?”

Stiles immediately stopped in his tracks and turned around. He clenched his fists against his thighs.

“No, Stiles.” I protested.

“I should’ve known it was you.” He spat out, walking towards our enemy.

“Stiles.” I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back.

“(Y/N), let go of me.” He stated without taking his attention off the japanese spirit.

“No. Leave him be and let’s just go.”

Stiles sighed and eased his tension a bit, turning towards me. He placed his hand on my cheek as his eyes pierced into mine.

“We can’t do that.” Stiles said, his voice soft. “He’s been hurting and killing people, (Y/N). He has to be stopped.”

A chill ran up my spine as a sinister laugh escaped from the nogitsune’s lips.

“Stop me? Stop me?!” He questioned with a terrifying tone. “You may have changed me once, but that won’t happen again! I already told you, Stiles, this is MY GAME! I WILL NOT LOSE!

“I don’t have the Oni anymore, but I do have this.”

Suddenly, the nogitsune pulled out a gun from his pants and pointed it towards us.

Stiles immedietly pushed me behind him and held me there, his hands slipping into mine and squeezing them.

“I’m not afraid of you anymore.” He confirmed with confidence.

“Well, you should be.” The nogitsune extended his arm and placed the tip of the gun against Stiles’ forehead.

My throat closed, causing a lump and stopping my breathing. My heart beated so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if it jumped out of my chest right now.

“Don’t!” Scott yelled from behind us.

I turned my head to look at him and saw his eyes wide, a terrified expression planted on. I’m sure I look so much worse.

Kira was next to him, worried as well. But her body language certainly didn’t show it. She was standing fiercely on the ground with her Katana in hand.

“Or what, Scott?” The nogitsune challenged.

“We won’t just change you this time. We’ll kill you.”

I can never imagine Scott killing anyone. I’ve known him for a short time, but I also know he’s too good for something of that nature.

A booming laugh came from the nogitsune, causing me to stare back at him.

“Good luck.”

That’s when a light bulb clicked and I had a plan.

“Why the gun?” I questioned, walking up beside Stiles.

“What?” The nogitsune stared at me, confused.

I quickly looked at Stiles. His eyes were wide and his expression was saying: What the hell are you doing?

I let go of one of Stiles’ hands and his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“From what these guys told me, before you had the Oni to kill for you, you had to depend on your own strength. Why don’t you do that again? Why are you depending on a mortal’s weapon?”

The nogitsune was getting more and more involved with what I was saying. His thoughts were so into it, that I could see his grip on the gun loosen.

“You’re a thousand year old Japanese spirit. Where’s the badassary?”

The nogitsune’s grip was entirely loose and the gun was almost slipping off of Stiles’ forehead.

With one quick movement, I extended my hand and punched the gun out of his hold.

“Come on!” I grabbed Stiles and ran towards his best friend. “Scott!”

“I’m on it!” He assured, his face deforming into his supernatural form.

Scott sprinted for the nogitsune and kicked him down before he could get a hold of the gun again.

The nogitsune was furious. His lip snarled as he stood back up.

“HOW DARE YOU?!” He screamed, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand.

The nogitsune’s dark eyes sneered into mine. “THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY REVENGE. YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.”

My blood went cold and my head started to spin as I realized the evil trickster was talking to me.

He began walking towards me, but Scott stopped in front of him.

“Stop.” He warned, with all the confidence in the world.

The nogitsune slowly ceased looking at me and turned his attention towards the werewolf.

“Scott.” He hissed. “Don’t waste your time.”

“Don’t waste yours.” Scott challenged.

The next moment was nothing but a blur.

It all happened so fast.

Before he could even react, the nogitsune punched Scott’s face so hard he fell on the ground and banged his head, getting knocked out cold.

The nogitsune immediately leaned down and grabbed his weapon.

Pointing it straight at me, he fired.

This is it. This is how I die.

Suddenly, I felt a soft hand push me back and the figure leap in front of me.

My heart jumped into my throat and my legs went weak as I realized who it was.

“NO!” I screamed as the bullet went straight through Stiles.

His body became weak with the bullet finding a new home. I reached my arms out and grabbed him before he could fall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kira charge at the nogitsune and Scott getting back up again.

I kneeled down with my boyfriend and layed him on my lap.

His eyes blinked rapidly and his breathing was out of control.

“Stiles!” I croaked, my eyes flooding with tears.

“(Y/N).” He said, his voice husky.

“Stiles, why did you do that?!” I panicked, pressing my hands down on his wound. Trying to prevent him from losing an alarming amount of blood.

“I had to.” He lifted his hand and gently caressed my face. “I lo-love you, (Y/N).”

His eyes started to blink slower and his breathing decreased.

“No, Stiles!” I cried, my whole body shaking. “You shouldn’t have done that!”

“(Y/N), I-I’m glad I did.” He reassured, his lips beginning to turn purple. “These past five months have been the best of my life. And the moment I realized what was going to happen, I had to stop it.”

“Why?” I sobbed, my tears pouring down on his cheeks.

“Because I imagined a world without (Y/N).” His eyes lit up as he looked at me, even though they were weak. “And that is a world I would never want to live in.”

My heart jumped out of my throat and everything inside of me just shattered as he said those familiar words.

“Stiles.” I balled, my voice coming out as a whisper. “Y-You’re my soulmate.”

He smiled, a tear rolling down his cheek.

His eyes flickered to a close and I felt the reality of it all hit me.

“Stiles! NO!” I shouted, panic taking over. “Don’t you dare close your eyes! Don’t you dare leave me!”

I held tighter onto him, my whole body trembling with fear.

“Come on, Stiles!” I cried. “I can’t lose you! I can’t…” I let out a sigh of pain. “Stiles, please, I need you.”

I stared at the most important person in my life as he took one last breath with a soft smile and let go.

He was gone.

I let out a loud wail as I rest my head on his chest, feeling my enitre life lose its meaning.

Just like that he was taken away from me.

I felt a warm and strong hand grip onto my shoulder as the person kneeled down beside me.

“It’s over.” Scott confirmed, his voice breaking as he stared at what was left of his best friend.

I couldn’t even answer him or thank him. All I could do was hold onto the limp body of the sarcastic man I fell in love with.

The man who made me laugh whenever I was too upset to.

The man who taught me to love.

The man who was and will always be my soulmate.

Just like that, this man was ripped away from my life.

No more late night pizza runs.

No more rides with him in his jeep.

No more witty remarks.

No more daily plaid shirts.

No more Stiles Stilinski.

Hello all! Very pleased to introduce “The Midnight Kitchen” - a one-shot starring Claire and Fergus. This isn’t tied to the baking AU despite its title (and content!).

This would’ve been up an hour ago but I might’ve gotten myself caught up watching the show on More4….  (Also this hasn’t been beta’d so apologies if it’s wobbly af in places.) 

If you’d like to read my baking AU (the current multi-chapter monster I’m working on) then I’ll direct you to the latest ficlet for the story and you can read it on tumblr through the links to each chapter HERE  . OR you can find the story on Ao3 HERE 

Hope you enjoy! 

Love, S x

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1. Name?
2. Fur color?
3. Any family you know (other than you)?
4. Age?
5. Favorite toy?
6. Nicknames?
7. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave?
8. Length of fluff?
9. Any funny habits?
10. How old were they when you met?
11. What does their food bowl look like?
12. Indoor or outdoor cat?
13. Recent picture?
14. Old picture?
15. Cuddly?
16. Ever changed their name?
18. Eye color?
19. How do they express love for you?
20. How do you express love for them?
21. Any theories on what breed?
22. Do they ever wake you up?
23. How much do they meow?
24. Any hiding spots?
25. Do they enjoy guests?
26. Lofty objects to sit on?
27. Wear a collar?
(and describe collar?)
28. How much shedding?
29. Do they enjoy brushing?
30. Ever drink from the toilet?
31. How do they get your attention?
32. Embarrassing thing they’ve done?
33. Weirdest thing they try to eat?
34. Are they like your siblings, children, or friends?
35. What time do they eat breakfast?
36. Do you cut their nails?
37. Do you think they understand you?
38. Ever make fun of them?
39. Do you take their picture often?
40. Ever hiss at you?
41. Ever try to scratch or bite you?
42. If you try to grab their paw, what do they do?
43. Do they ever eat bugs?
44. Canned or dry food?
45. Weight?
46. Ever got lost?
47. Do you buy them presents?
48. Do they respond when you call?
49. Do they ever see other cats?
50. Declawed?
51. Funniest expression?
52. Favorite place to be pet?
53. Worst thing they’ve destroyed?
54. Give them a head kiss.
55. What time of the year is most exciting for them?
56. Are they good at hunting real prey?
57. Do they ever attack nothing?
58. What are they doing right now?
59. How long have you had them?
60. If you could have them stay as a kitten forever, would you?
61. Ever baby-talk to them?
62. Favorite napping position?
63. Have you ever stepped on their paw?
64. Ever tripped you on stairs?
65. Any ear hair?
66. Favorite view from a window?
67. Describe why they are precious.
68. Fit the cat stereotype?
69. Chaotic neutral?
70. Do they enjoy following/ keeping you company?
71. Are you their favorite human?
72. Do they like tv?
73. Favorite noise to make?
74. If they were a Neko Atsume cat, what would their momento be?

  • Would you settle for a PG-13 relationship?
  • I’m sorry if my traumatized life is an inconvenience to your perfect existence.
  • You sick fucks.  You’ve seen one too many movies!
  • You’ve gotta find me first you pansy-ass mama’s boy!
  • They’re all the same.  Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can’t act who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door.  It’s insulting.
  • But this is life.  This isn’t a movie.
  • I’m getting another beer. Want one?
  • Everybody dies but us. We get to carry on and plan the sequel, ‘cause—let’s face it, baby—these days, you gotta have a sequel.
  • I can’t, ____. You cut me too deep. I think I’m dying here, man.
  • She looked dead, man. Still does.
  • Ow! Fuckin’ hit me with the phone, dick!
  • Um, Houston, we have a problem!
  • I will totally protect you. Yo, I am so buff, I got you covered, girl.
  • See, it’s a fun game, ____. We ask you questions and if you get one wrong, boo-gah, you die.
  • What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m not a killer?
  • Mmm, corn syrup: same stuff they used for pigs’ blood in Carrie.
  • Now, ____, don’t you blame the movies; movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative!
  • It’s called subtlety, ___.  You should look it up.
  • Well, I don’t really believe in motives ____; I mean did Norman Bates have a motive?  Did we ever find out why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people?  Don’t think so!  See, it’s a lot scarier when there’s no motive.
  • ____  and his penis don’t deserve you, okay?
  • Oh, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface.  I wanna be in the sequel!
  • There’s always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend.  That’s the beauty of it all!  Simplicity!  Besides, if it gets too complicated, you lose your target audience.
  • See, you push the laws and you end up dead.  Okay, I’ll see you in the kitchen with a knife.
  • The police are always off track with this shit!  If they’d watch Prom Night, they’d save time!  There’s a formula to it—a very simple formula!
  • My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!
  • Peer pressure. I’m far too sensitive.
  • BIG NO NO! BIG NO NO! Sex equals death, okay?
  • Never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, “I’ll be right back.” Because you won’t be back.
  • Oh, my God. ____ I thought you were dead.
  • I probably should be. I never thought I’d be so happy to be a virgin.
  • Never say “who’s there?” Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish. You might as well come out to investigate a strange noise or something.
  • If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?
  • That’s right. You gave it up. Now, you’re no longer a virgin. You’re not a virgin. Now you got to die. Those are the rules.
  • It certainly fucked you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.
  • If I’m right about this, I could save a man’s life. Do you know what that would do for my book sales?
  • Guess I remembered the safety that time, bastard.
  • Oh, God, ___. I’m sorry, but get off my fucking windshield!
  • Hey. It’s called tact, you fuck-rag.
  • Fuck you, you cretin!

anonymous asked:

one of the space cats has kittens, yondu just sighs looking at this group of murderers and thieves cooing over little bundles of fur. (kraglin definitely has 3 kittens in his lap and is happily booping them on the nose)

OH MY GOSH I would absolutely draw this if I could draw well enough. Yes, absolutely, thank you, anon! =D

Peter had sworn up and down and left and right that those three pets were male cats, and despite paying the vet, Yondu never bothered to find out if that’s true or not. He kind of regrets that when the one cat he had always thought fat turns out to be not as male as Peter had believed, and there are suddenly six baby space-cats stumbling around, making weak, tiny noises and falling over their own paws.

Peter’s cry of surprise and awe is what had made Yondu come running (even if he would deny to his dying breath that it was because of worry, psssh) and he finds the Terran sitting on the ground, cheering over the exhausted feline and two kittens he has picked up with one hand each, carefully pressing them to his cheeks.

And if that’s not bad enough - in Yondu’s eyes - a few of the mighty, murderous, heartless Ravagers are sitting right next to the boy, cooing over the babies much like the child does. Tullk has one lifted up into his large hand, carefully petting it between it’s tiny ears with just one forefinger, smile soft and warm. Oblo is laughing at Kraglin, who has the other three in his lap, taking turns of petting each of them with a gleeful expression not unlike a certain lil’ Terran.

“Yondu, look!” Peter’s eyes are sparkling when he spots the stone-faced Captain, no care in the world, no thought given that Yondu could not approve. On the other hand, the Ravagers look up sharply, delighted smiles turning into a mixture of embarrassment and worry at the sight of their Captain.

“Quill,” Yondu starts, not sure if he wants to yell or laugh or just flat out whistle his arrow over, “What by the actual fucking stars…?!”

He doesn’t know where he wants to go with his sentence, or what order he should give the boy. Get rid of the fur-balls? To put them down at least and get back to being a thieving Ravager?

Peter doesn’t even give him the chance to think it through, instead jumps to his feet and darts over, pressing one of the kittens he was holding into Yondu’s hand, curling limb blue fingers around it. “This one’s yours! You can name it whatever you want!”

And then he’s gone again, darting over to Kraglin and Oblo to ask them if they had already come up with names for their kittens.

Yondu stays stockstill, glancing down at the living, breathing, tiny being Peter had just pushed onto him. It’s fur is sprinkled with glittering star-like spots like all the space-cats have, fur short, no more than fuzz really, and a dark-blue base color mixed with lighter blue spots that remind of the mist clouding over certain planets. The kitten breaths calmly and deeply, snuggling into Yondu’s warm palm, yawning as it goes.

And instead of yelling or getting rid of it immediately, Yondu catches himself actually wondering what he should call the little ball of fluff.

(It’s still all Peter’s fault, of course.)