So a cat had babies in our boat and I need to find homes for these kittens. If you live in the SoCal area and know of any organizations that can take them or help I would love to know the name. I cannot keep these precious babies and I’d hate to take them to a shelter where they might get put down.
★his dom mode would dissolves seconds after you’ve both come down from your highs
★he’d feel so happy and warm and fuzzy and like he could explode into rainbows
★he’d help you to the bathroom to clean and prepare yourself for bed
★then he’d bust out the matching pink pyjamas so you can sleep in style
★he’ll offer to make you food
★but you always say no
★because you’d rather cuddle with him rather than have him in the kitchen cooking
★sings you to sleep in that beautiful voice of his
★his plump lips will press kisses all over your face as you began to drift off
★loves to trace shapes on your skin
★when you wake up, he’ll have a huge breakfast made
★'jin, you didn’t have to’
★'you need your energy back!’
★'maybe some toast, then’
★'eAT IT ALL! BREAKFAST IS THE MOST IMPORTANT MEAL. SPECIALLY AFTER A NIGHT LIKE WE HAD’
★aftercare varies with yoongi ★if he’s tired, he’ll just pull you close and shower you with kisses and ‘i love yous’ as you both fell asleep ★but if he’s not ooooh boy ★he’s gonna cuddle you close to him ★and whisper nothings in your ear ★maybe he’ll get you turned on again ★and you two can go another round ★maybe not ★he’ll be so gentle with you ★he’ll gently wrap you in blankets ★kiss all over you ★GIVE YOU SO MUCH PRAISE IN HIS GRAVEL VOICE ★'you made me so proud, kitten’ ★'you took all of me so well’ ★'tomorrow, i’m going to treat you like a king/queen all day’ ★he’ll let you rest for a while before taking you into the shower ★will let you pick something from his wardrobe to wear to sleep in ★you’ll do so much talking when you’re like this ★he’ll tell you about song ideas ★you’ll tell him how school/work is going ★it’ll just be lovely
★this precious angel thrives on feedback from you ★sometimes he worries that he didn’t do a good enough job ★if you tell him how good he made you feel ★shit son you’re in for a nice of none stop kissing and nuzzles ★seeing you post-sex is his favourite time to see you ★so he probably takes 342309832 photos to look back on when he’s on tour ★you ask anything from him, he’ll do it ★want a bath? sure ★order pizza? no problem ★want a penguin from the local zoo to join in the cuddles? yeah, give him 20 minutes ★loves staying naked to cuddle ★'more intimate’ ★he has a speical playlist for times like these ★full of smooth jaz ★and some ye old love songs ★which sometimes he’ll sing along to ★when you fall asleep, he’ll tuck you in and give you plenty of kisses
★oH DADDY™ ★he’d laugh as you both settled from your highs ★'i think that’s the best sex we’ve ever had’ ★he’d say it after every single time ★and it was true ★sex with namjoon got better and better ★he’d push hair from your forehead ★and gently pepper your lips in kisses ★when he’d made sure you were alright he’d go run you a bubble bath ★he’d sit behind you in the tub and let you rest against him ★would quote some poems he’s revised ★or softly sing your favourite song ★tbh the aftercare part with nams is better than the sex ★sue me ★when you’re done in the bath he’ll dry you and put you in your pyjamas ★then honey get ready ★because this guy ain’t letting you move from the bed
★he’ll clean you up ★then help you put on your pyjamas ★when you’re both settled in bed, he’ll just go full teasing mode ★'you should’ve seen your face!’ he laughed as he mimicked you ★'oh jimin~~~’
★'look how red your cheeks are!’
★just let him tease you and giggle then he’ll get to the cuddling ★he has to be the big spoon ★don’t fight him on this ★you’ll end up being death gripped by his thighs ★he likes sniffing your hair ★bc your shampoo is one of his favorite smells ★but he won’t admit that ★he’ll probably wake before you ★and make plans to take you out for breakfast
★heart eyes at you p.2 ★like holy shit this guy will just turn into a big ball of mush ★you’re his ★you’re his jagi ★and he loves you so much???? ★you make him feel so warm and fuzzy ★he’s just stare at you and give you praise ★'you’re beautiful when you’ve been fucked good by Daddy’ ★'you’re such a good girl/boy’ ★don’t you even dare try moving after sex ★will play with your hair until you fall asleep ★won’t fall asleep until he knows you are
★sMUG ★'who made you feel that good?’ ★'who made you scream so loud?’ ★'JUNGKOOK SHUT UP’ ★after that he’ll be back to his normal self ★he’ll flop next to you and play with your hands ★after a while he’ll grab his phone and order take out ★will probably feed you if you’re too sore to move ★if you’re both not exhausted, he’ll put on the tv
Okay but what about the Avengers all being trapped by the Bad
Guy and the Bad Guy is cackling about how he’s going to make them show each
other their greatest fears and he points his
Truth Ray at Tony and says, “We’ll start with the Merchant of Death. What do
you fear, Tony Stark?” And the others are terrified because Tony’s face is
stricken and then his shoulders hunch and he’s biting his lips against the
words. What is Tony going to say? What horrible thing are they going to learn
“Geese,” Tony says miserably. “I’m afraid of geese.”
Everyone has to just… stop for a second, even Bad Guy, and
stare at him. Tony’s all flushed and embarrassed. “Geese?” Bucky whispers in
“And I’m scared of water, and the dark, and I’m scared that
someone will see me watching videos of kittens when I’m drunk and crying
because I can’t protect all of them,” Tony continues, covering his face in humiliation.
“I’m scared I’ll never be out of my father’s shadow and I’m scared of big dogs
and little dogs but not medium dogs and I’m afraid to admit that Pepper’s schnauzer
Steve turns to look at Bad Guy awkwardly. “Erm. This. This
isn’t. Working. I think.”
“I’m scared of being handed things and Dum-E getting hurt and people finding out that
Enchanted is my favorite Disney
movie. I’m scared of losing everyone I love but I’m also scared that the reason
I’ll lose them is because I’m too needy. I’m scared Natasha will get mad when I
tell her that her sangria sucks because she doesn’t put enough pineapple in it.
Bad Guy awkwardly turns his Truth Ray off. “Um.”
“My heart,” Clint says, clutching his chest. “He’s afraid we’ll
judge him for liking Enchanted
instead of the fact that he cries over kittens.”
“…Well we’ll just have to see what you think about the Hulk’s
fears!” Bad Guy begins, but Thor punches him in the face and knocks him out.
“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Tony asks him
Natasha begins marching toward him. Tony screams when she
lunges for him but she just clutches him to his chest. “You stupid, precious
idiot,” she hisses. “You only needed to ask for more pineapple. I would have
put it in.”
“Um,” Steve begins awkwardly, but Natasha extends her hand
to hold up a finger telling him to wait. “No. It’s my moment with Tony. I got
“Okay but no one is mentioning that the first thing he said
was geese?” Bucky asks. Bruce punches him in the flesh arm probably harder than
“While asking for an autograph once, my adorable baby bro, in all his chubby cheeked, six-year-old glory, looks Yuuri Katsuki right in the eye and says (read: yells), “I’M GONNA BE JUST LIKE YOU!” pulls off a wobbly pirouette and I shit you not this guy, pro skater, gorgeous athlete, gay as all f*ck, looks floored. Like he was genuinely about to cry cause my brother admired him, like what … what is he?”
“I went to stand next to him for a picture, and I was super nervous so I blurted out, “Wow, you’re a lot taller in skates!” And HE APOLOGIZED AND OFFERED TO STOOP DOWN I didn’t even know what to say it was the most precious thing anyone’s ever said to me”
“I almost ended Katsuki Yuuri’s career today by screaming (purely on reflex) as he walked by with skate guards on, he was fine, but he fell and I apologized … but guys … he made the cutest noise. Like distressed kitten cute. My heart stopped for a second I …”
“Okay, Yuuri Katsuki fanbase, we need to make a rule to stop scaring our boy”#protectawkwardskatingson
“Approach only when eye-contact is established and no sudden movements” #protectawkwardskatingson
phichit+chu - “Whatever you do DON’T SCREAM also it helps to check if his glasses are on or he can’t really see you, you’re just a terrifying blob coming at him”
christophe-gc – “You know what just make sure @ v-nikiforov is there, that improves your chances of not startling Yuuri by like 80%”
yuri_plisetsky - “Smile but don’t show your teeth at first, this could be seen as over-enthusiasm and will be met with nervous sweating and lots of babbling … it’s hilarious actually”
yuuri-katsudon - “… what is happening”
v-nikiforov – “best to try after his scores are up and never before, he’s very focused before he performs”
yuuri-katsudon – “seriously, what???”
phichit+chu - “Hush @ yuuri-katsudon we are helping you”
“Is anyone writing this down?” #officialKatsukirulebook
I’ll See You In the Dark (Pennywise x Reader SMUT!!)
(A/N: So I’m no stranger to smut writing at this point. Nor clown smut writing (shut up…) but this is my first Pennywise one, and I hope that it’s good? It took a while to write and it’s a bit lengthy so…ENJOY)
had an idea that adrien finds a stray kitten on the way home from patrol one night and brings it home to keep it out of the winter cold and maybe give it a place to rest for the evening, since it’s obviously without a mother or any sort of protection/way to feed itself
he tells himself he wont keep it; that he’ll bring it to the vet in the morning and have it checked out, then bring it to the animal shelter so it can be adopted
but overnight the kitten falls asleep on adrien’s chest, and it purrs and stretches out its tiny paws, and oh no, it’s too cute, too cute, abort, ABORT
so he tells himself he’ll bring it to his and ladybug’s next patrol to let her say hello, since she once mentioned something about loving cats, and only after that he’ll do something about it
but when this little angel clings onto his shoulder and seems to enjoy the ride across the rooftops, and is so darn sweet to ladybug (who smiles very big in return), adrien knows he can’t just get rid of this precious creature just like that!
one week, he tells himself. one week with this kitten and then he’ll find her a home
one week turns into three, and three turn into eight, and suddenly adrien’s got a cat of his own that he brings to every patrol and lets sleep on his chest every night while simultaneously doing his best to hide her from his father who probably already knows because let’s face it you dont just see a
€500 cat condo in your son’s amazon order history and think nothing of it…but hey he’s just glad his kid found something to keep him happy
so adrien has a cat. a cat who he invites all of his friends over to see, including marinette, who can almost swear she’s seen that kitten before, on someone else’s shoulders…but hey, it’s just a coincidence, right? lots of cats have similar markings!
(bonus points if adrien names the kitten Buginette/Bugaboo)
Title: Just Purr-fect A/N: i finally wrote something for the cat au ayyyye
Three. Three cats.
Thomas had three cats when he wanted only one.
originally was meant to be an only cat.
He was the lone calm cat sitting by a window at the shelter, and was the
only one to headbutt Thomas’s hand when he presented it.
Roman came next,
soaking wet and covered in cardboard when he scratched at the door in the
middle of a thunderstorm. The tiger
stripe kitten barely weighed anything and sucked down a bottle of kitten
formula and asked for more when Thomas gave it to him.
Patton came last,
but he came by Thomas’s own choice. The
kitten claimed him when he went over to Talyn’s house and the rest was
history. Thomas loved all three of them,
and they were completely adorable, but come
Thomas couldn’t help
but still have these thoughts four months after getting Patton. He grabbed three cans of food from the
designated Cat Food Cabinet and popped the tops off, emptying the contents into
any of the three bowls. Logan always
used the green bowl with the fish on it while Roman preferred the red one that
was shaped like a cat head and Patton used the yellow one with cats and yarn
balls on it.
The sound of cans
opening was enough to call the cats.
Logan could be heard hopping down from his fish tank viewing spot and
Roman darted in from Thomas’s bedroom.
But…Patton didn’t come running?
Furrowing his brow, Thomas went to the door and opened it up, thinking
he’d forgotten about letting Pat go outside.
He spotted a flash
of yellow across the street and sighed in relief. “Pat!
Patpatpatpatpat! Food time!”
The cat let out a
meow and came jogging across the street with…something in his mouth.
“No! Drop whatever that is, Pat! No kills in the h-“ Thomas stopped short when he realized what
exactly was in Patton’s mouth: a little black kitten. Patton gingerly set the kitten down at Thomas’s
feet, sitting back and staring up at his human before letting out a drawn-out
Thomas picked up the
kitten, checking it over. The kitten
cried when he touched it’s backleg, recoiling and stretching out the other
direction. Thomas gave a coo and held
the kitten to his chest, shooing Patton inside and slamming the door shut as he
headed to his car.
Four! Four cats!
Thomas had four cats, now, and one had a cast on its hindleg!
“OK, in the crate
you go…” Thomas said as sweetly as he could, gently placing the little black
kitten inside the crate he’d just bought.
Inside, he’d laid down a fleece blanket, a cotton baby blanket, a small,
shallow box to act as a litterbox, and a small woven basket of plush toys and
The kitten cried out
when Thomas set him down, making the man fear he’d hurt him. But, once sat down, the kitten slunk over to
the corner of the crate and laid down, glaring at Thomas.
“I know, I know,
that’s gotta be embarrassing…” Thomas said with a snicker. He stood up and tried to shut the door, but
was cut off by the quick flash of orange.
Patton sniffed the
kitten’s bandages and nudged the leg with his nose, making the kitten retract
its foot. With that, Patton laid down.
“Patton, I know you
wanna help, but the kitten needs to rest…” Thomas tried to reason, reaching in
and pulling out the cat. “Go sit with Lo
or go find Ro…”
Patton let out a
pitiful mew and slunk along the side of the crate, eyeing Thomas the whole time
as he sat down beside the kitten and flopped on his side. Thomas side and shook his head, leaving Pat
to his own devices.
Later that evening,
Thomas found Patton exactly where he’d left him. The kitten, however, had moved. And the basket.
Toys were strewn
about the crate, and the basket was on its side with the kitten curled up
inside. The basket was dragged close to
the walls of the crate, just close enough that one of Patton’s paws could reach
inside and hold down the handle.
The sight was so
precious, but it had to be disturbed.
So, with the pop of a can, Patton jumped up and followed Thomas into the
kitchen. Once all three cats were fed,
Thomas prepared a bottle of formula.
Apparently, the little kitten wasn’t even five weeks old.
Bottle feeding a
kitten was difficult. Bottle feeding a
kitten with a broken leg? Nearly
stay still. You need – you need foo –
The kitten darted
around the table. He was surprisingly
fast for having to drag a cast. Thomas
snatched him by the scruff and plopped him on his belly, holding on gently to
the neck. He’d only done this a few
times, so each time was difficult.
Nevertheless, Thomas pushed the bottle to the kitten’s mouth and…
“You know, you have
to put forth some effort, now.”
“Any day, now.”
The kitten eyed him,
a look that Thomas would call a glare on his face. Groaning, Thomas gently squeezed the bottle’s
sides to make some of the liquid come out.
He ran his thumb over the kitten’s throat to make him swallow, and
slowly but surely, the bottle’s contents started to go down.
“You’re gonna be
impossible, aren’t you?”
The kitten started
to purr, slowly blinking. He finally
started to latch on to the bottle when Patton jumped up on the table. Patton laid down and propped himself up
against Thomas’s arm, rolling on his back and rubbing his head on the man’s
“In a minute, buddy,”
Thomas said, dipping down quickly to kiss the cat’s head.
Finally done with
the bottle, Thomas got up to get a towel.
The kitten was such a messy eater; he was covered in formula. But, when Thomas turned back to clean the
cat, Patton was doing that job for him.
The kitten mewed and cried gently, raising a paw to grab ahold of Patton
as the orange cat licked him clean.
work,” Thomas said with a laughed, reaching down to pet them both. He sat down and pet the two cats, rolling his
eyes when Roman hopped up and demanded attention as well. He looked at the kitten and watched him swat
at Roman and roll around. “…You’re gonna
need a name…”
The name “Virgil”
came to mind, and when Thomas spoke it, the kitten sneezed.
Stiles finds a box of kittens on his way to work. A storm seems to be brewing, so he does the only logical thing he can think of to help the small creatures: bring them to the office. It should be fine, he has a cubical all to himself. But then three of the cats go missing, and oh God, Derek Hale from marketing is going to have his head.
“What do you mean you lost the kittens?”
Stiles reaches out and punches his best friend in the arm before sticking his head over the cubicle wall to see if any of their coworkers heard Scott’s announcement. “Dude, use your indoor voice.” Convinced no one is paying them any mind, he slouches back into his seat and glances at the empty cardboard box under his desk dejectedly. “I didn’t mean to-. Look, I hadn’t had time to eat breakfast this morning, so I ran down to the break room for a snack, and when I got back they were gone.”
Scott scrubs a hand through his hair, and Stiles decides that it isn’t fair that he’s so worked up about it. After all, Scott’s not the one who misplaced two small kittens in their very large workplace. The Beacon, one of the biggest up and coming publishing corporations, doesn’t necessarily have a policy about animals on campus. But that doesn’t mean that the CEO’s will be pleased that Stiles brought a box of stray kittens into the building without asking permission first. And then lost said kittens.
“Why would you think it was okay to leave five cats alone unsupervised while you went to find food! You should have called me in to watch them!
Stiles sighs and holds up his fingers. “Okay, first, I didn’t lose all five of them. Danny took Boots, and Allison came and picked up Francis. Second, I was only gone for five minutes max, and that’s only because Greenberg stopped to talk to me. You know how hard it is to escape that guy! And third, they were asleep. I didn’t think they were going to make a daring escape while I was gone!”
Shaking his head, Scott bends down to look under Stiles’ desk for the fourth time in five minutes. “Yeah, I know. It’s just, what are we going to-.” Before he can finish his question, Stiles’ computer pings with an email alert. Freezing at the noise, they stare at each other until the computer pings again.
Stiles gulps, fingers twitches towards his keyboard. “Shit,” he mutters when he catches the sender’s name. “I’m so dead.”
Scott stands up to peer at the screen, clutching at Stiles’ shoulder as if that was enough to protect him from being fired.
If there is one thing that they both have learned during their nine months at the company, it is that no one messes with the Marketing manager, Derek Hale. They’ve both heard horror stories about how he’s made interns cry, and even though neither of them have met the CEO’s son, they know that they never want to do anything to make him mad. Stiles always thought that they were lucky they didn’t work in his department, thought they could continue to blissfully work under ‘Call me Coach’ Finstock without worrying about making Derek mad. And yet.
“What does it say,” Scott asks, breathing heavy. Stiles shudders a little before clicking the email icon. The message is short and clear: Mr. Stilinski, please come down to my office. The second email is just as short, and carries a heavy weight: As soon as possible please.
The both stare at in in horror, and then Scott shakes his head and agrees, “You’re so dead.”
Stiles blinks at the email, then forces a smile up at his friend. “What are the chances Derek just wants to congratulate me on my hard work?”
Scott snorts. “Yeah, the head of a different department is calling you to his office on the day you lose three kittens in the building to congratulate you on your work.”
Pushing at his shoulder, Stiles stands up and glares at his friend. “You don’t know, man.” Faking bravado, Stiles straightens his shoulders and nods. “Okay, here goes nothing.”
Scott pats his back then disappears to his own cubicle, leaving Stiles on his own. He walks slowly, opting to take the stairs up the two flights instead of the elevator, hoping the time will steady him. It doesn’t really help, and when he finally gets to Derek’s floor, all he can do is hope that no one will be able to tell how badly his legs are shaking.
Erica Reyes, the only member of Derek’s personal marketing team that Stiles actually knows, smirks when she sees him. There’s something in her eyes that makes him queasy, and he edges past her desk quickly, avoiding eye contact. She just laughs at his unease.
He’s almost relieved when he knocks on Derek’s door, until he hears Derek’s gruff, “Come in,” and the fear rears back with a vengeance.
Stiles expects almost anything but what he opens the door to see.
The infamous Derek is lounging on the small sofa in his office, two small kittens curled up and sleeping in his arms. The third, an orange one that Stiles named Nemo, is sitting on the back of the couch, playing with Derek’s hair.
Stiles can’t decide if he wants to coo because of how cute the sight is, or cry because Derek Hale is probably the sexiest man he has ever seen. He has his tie off and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, enough to expose curls of dark hair, he’s looking at the kittens as if they are the most precious thing in the world, and it’s killing Stiles. If Stiles’ mouth drops open, he can’t really be blamed for it.
Derek, unaware of Stiles’ inner turmoil, smiles over at him. “Mr. Stilinski, it’s nice to finally meet you. I would stand up to shake your hand, but-. Well, they just fell asleep and I don’t want to disturb them.”
“I-. You found the kittens.” It’s a stupid thing to blurt out, but his brain is a little fried at the moment and those are the only words he can get out.
Expression growing serious, Derek nods. “Yes, I was on my way to meet Finstock when I noticed them in your cubicle.”
“I’m sorry,” he blurts. Derek’s eyes widen at the outburst, and Stiles rushes on to explain. “I was on my way to work when I found them, and I couldn’t just leave them out there. But I was running late already, and this was the only place I could bring them!” As he goes on, Derek’s (magnificent) eyebrows climb higher and higher in astonishment. “I’m so sorry. I’m sure that this goes against some obscure company policy, but I promise that I can get rid of them! I can even go now, if you want me too.”
Derek blinks a few times, gathering his wits again, before speaking. “Mr. Stilinski, I’m not upset that you brought them into the office. They aren’t hurting anyone. I only brought them here because they were trying to escape from their box and I didn’t want them getting lost.”
Stiles stares at him. He can’t piece together how the man lounging before him is the same person from everyone’s horror stories. “You’re not going to fire me?”
He didn’t think it was possible for Derek to look more surprised. “What? Fire you? No! I don’t-. You’re not even in my department.”
Nemo, seemingly board with Derek’s hair, starts to make his way daringly across the back of the couch. Feeling more comfortable now that he knows that his job isn’t on the line, Stiles moves further into the office and catches the small cat before he can try to make the jump to the floor. Nemo climbs up his chest instead, purring in contentment.
“I thought they got loose,” Stiles explains, trying to ignore the way Derek watches him. “I was so worried that they would get lost.” He clears his throat, and meets Derek’s gaze. “So thank you, for bringing them here.”
The sentiment makes Derek duck his head, hiding a smile, and oh Gods, he’s a marshmallow. “It was no problem. I-.” He trails off, clears his throat. “Are you planning on keeping all of them?”
He gestures to Stiles to take a seat, which he appreciates. Nemo has been trying to squirm out of his arms, and he doesn’t want to drop him. As soon as he’s seated on the chair by the desk, Stiles sets the small kitten on the floor to explore and turns his attention back to Derek.
“As much as I would love to take them all home with me, Nemo is the only one I’m going to keep for myself. I’m planning on finding some friends or something to adopt those two though.” He gestures to the kittens sleeping against Derek. “Then if I can’t find anyone, I guess I’ll take them to a shelter.”
A blush appears on Derek’s cheeks. “Um. I would like to keep them, if you don’t already have some friends who want them.”
Stiles feels his mouth drop open again. “Wait, really?”
His blush deepens. “I-. Yes. I promise that I’ll be able to take care of them. I’ve wanted to get a cat for awhile, and well-. These two are so sweet, and they seem to like me quite a bit, and-.”
A smile pulls at Stiles’ lips as Derek continues to rattle on about why he would be a good pet owner. Everything that he’s ever heard about Derek Hale is most definitely false. This guy is nothing more than a very attractive marshmallow.
“I can’t believe I ate that whole burrito,” Scott drones as they step out of the elevator. Since they finished lunch, he hasn’t stopped complaining about how full he is. Stiles stopped paying attention to it well before they even got back to their building.
It’s been just over a week since everything with the kittens went down, and Stiles can’t get Derek out of his head. He hasn’t seen him since then, but every time he lets his mind wander, kaleidoscope eyes appear to him. Like now, all he can think about is how relaxed Derek was lounging in his office. Stiles can imagine curling up with him there, tucking around his body like the kittens did. It’s honestly very distracting.
“Dude.” Scott punches his shoulder to get his attention. “You seriously zoned out on me. Again.” His nose wrinkles, and then he sighs with his whole body. “Please don’t tell me you were thinking about Derek again. I swear you’re worse than I was with Allison and-.”
They turn into Stiles’ cubical and stop short. Because sitting on his desk, playing with his pens and grinning at them is Laura Hale. Laura Hale, who will be CEO of The Beacon when her mother steps down. Laura Hale, who has a lot of power in the company already. Laura Hale, who just overheard Scott telling Stiles to stop daydreaming about her younger brother.
Oh Gods, he’s dead.
Scott looks back and forth between them, then takes a step back. “I’ll talk to later, Stiles,” he says, voice quivering only a little before he retreats.
Stiles blinks at Laura for a moment before babbling. “Oh, hey Laura. Laura Hale. Laura future CEO. How’s it, uh-. How’s it going?”
Her laugher is gleeful. “Oh, this is perfect. I assume you’re Stiles Stilinski, correct?” He nods, frantically bobbing his head up and down. Her grin is predatory. “Then you’re the one who responsible for giving my brother those cats?”
“I-. Yes, he took two of these kittens I found a week ago. But-.”
She raises one hand to cut him off. “Which means that you’re the one responsible for making him so happy.” His jaw drops. He can’t help it.
Laura rises to her feet, long limbs unfolding gracefully until she stands before him. “Derek is a hard one to crack,” she begins, crossing her arms and looking fond. “Since he’s started working here, he’s hardened himself into his role. He’s always taken things too seriously, and I was starting to worry that nothing would get him excited again. And then I went to his office for lunch one day, and found him grinning over at these two cats, laughing as they chase each other around.”
Some of the edge in her expression relaxes back into fond exasperation. “And he wouldn’t stop talking about you, about how good your work is, about how he thinks you’re a great employee.”
Stiles colors at the praise. “I-. I don’t even work in his department.” As soon as he says it, he feels like smacking himself in the face. Obviously she knows that he doesn’t work for Derek. It’s her job to know.
“Still, you made an impression. And I’m sure it’s not just because Derek thinks you’re hot.”
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“W-what-.” Stiles can’t exactly understand.
Cackling at his expression, she reaches out to pat at his shoulder. “You know, it’s not against the company policy for employees to date.” He blinks at her, still trying to understand. “I’m just saying. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to. Derek shouldn’t be too busy now though, and I know he hasn’t eaten yet.” She points at a bag on his desk. “That’s his lunch, if you would be so kind as to take it to him.”
He’s nodding before he can comprehend what’s happening. It makes Laura laugh again, before she pats his cheek. “It was nice to meet you, Stiles. Hopefully we’ll be seeing more of each other very soon.”
Stiles watches her walk away, still feeling off balance. And then he’s scrambling, grabbing the bag and moving to the elevator. He barely hears Scott yell out for him, but he’s too busy thinking about how he might actually have a chance with the man of his dreams Derek.
The elevator ride seems to take forever. When the door finally opens on the right floor, Erica is waiting on the other side.
She actually looks surprised for a moment, but then her eyes catch on the bag he’s carrying, and a sly grin pulls her lips up. “Stilinski,” she murmurs. “Welcome back. I was wondering how long it would take you to wander up here again.”
Not giving him a chance to respond, she climbs in the elevator herself and shoves him out. “Good luck, Stiles” is yelled his way as the elevator closes.
Heart pounding, Stiles makes the walk to Derek’s office, entering when he hears the familiar call, “Come in!“
Derek is standing with his back to the door, rustling through a filing cabinet and giving Stiles a great view of his ass. It’s distracting enough that Stiles doesn’t even realize he’s talking.
“I thought you got lost,” Derek grumbles without turning around. “When you offered to bring me lunch, Laura, I expected it a little sooner. Some of us have actual work to-oh.” He turns, eyes widening when he sees Stiles instead of his sister. “Stil-. Mr. Stilinski. How can I help you today?”
“I have your lunch,” Stiles squeaks, holding out the bag. “Your sister asked me to drop it off.”
A frown pulls at Derek’s lips even as a blush colors his cheeks. “She didn’t talk to you, did she?” Stiles blinks at the pleading edge in his voice. “She asked you to bring that up, and that was it? Right?”
He opens his mouth to respond, but then movement from the couch catches his attention. One of the kittens is jumping around the couch, playing with a blanket draped there. Beside the couch is a large cat tree, and the other kitten is resting there, looking content.
“You keep them in your office,” Stiles asks, distracted.
Derek’s blush deepens. “Figs doesn’t like being left alone,” he grumbles. “And I wasn’t going to leave his sister behind. Besides, I work late sometimes, and it wouldn’t be fair for them to be alone all the time.”
His heart might actually burst out of his chest. Derek is too much, so cute. It might kill him.
“I-. Laura might have mentioned that you’ve told her about me,” he says finally, drawing his attention back to the conversation at hand. It makes Derek pale. “And she might have mentioned that it wasn’t just because you think I’m hot.”
“Oh, Gods, I am so sorry. Laura is-. She likes to meddle with stuff she shouldn’t, even here at work and-.”
“It was a mortifying conversation,” Stiles continues, stepping farther into the office, “Because my best friend had been yelling at me for daydreaming about you.”
Little bunny teeth poke appear when Derek’s mouth falls open. It takes him a second before he asks, “Really?”
Stiles shrugs, setting the bag on his desk. “Yeah, really. I’m sure Laura will tell you all about it.”
At that, Derek laughs, head tipping back far enough that Stiles is assaulted with thoughts of marking his skin.
“So if I asked if you wanted to get dinner later,” Derek trails off.
It makes Stiles grin. “I would ask what time you get off.”
When Derek laughs again and reaches out to grab his hand, Stiles is thankful for kittens, and rainstorms, and meddling sisters. He really loves his job.
Out for a nice walk with Jin on a gorgeous spring day, your allergies began to act up and you had a slight sneezing fit. Jin stopped in his tracks as you reached for a tissue and squeezed you tightly to him. “You adorable little flower!”
As yoongi heard you let out an adorable kitten like sneeze, he looked up at you with curious eyes. “Was that you? That was kind of cute.” He chuckled.
In the middle of a conversation with Hoseok, you felt a sneeze coming on and held one finger up before turning your head and sneezing multiple times. “Whoa. You are fifteen times cuter to me now!!”
When Namjoon actually heard you sneeze for the first time, he smiled that precious smile and covered his mouth to let out a laugh. “How are you so cute Y/N?”
When you sneezed in front of jimin while you two were sitting together, he turned to you and made cute faces to tease. “You and me are the king and queen of cute now babe!”
When you let out multiple sneezes in front of Taehyung, he smiled and went to pinch your cheeks. Cause teasing you was his favorite thing. “Sneeze for me again pleeeease!”
You sneezed while with Jungkook and felt slightly embarrassed, knowing how high pitched they sounded. “Oh my goodness, you are too adorable babe.”
This is my first headcanon (Is that what its called???) and I am doing this to take a small break from writing big stories, but I promise I will finish all requests as soon as I can! I seem to start writing again as soon as my life goes shit haha, anyways, enjoy!
Going to swim in the Barrens with Pennywise
Pennywise being hesitant about getting in at first, wondering why you would get wet for fun.
“Are we getting clean (y/n)? But we aren’t even dirty…”
Explaining to him what swimming is, and he slowly comes around to the idea.
Your bikini becomes Pennywise’s favourite outfit on you.He loves to place his hands on your hips to feel your flesh.
Drool, and lots of it.
It comes out like a tap when he sees your skin.
Becoming hella possessive over you, as per usual,
Even if it no one is around to see you.
“Only I can see you like this my Kitten~ you’re mine”
Pennywise making sure you put on sunscreen, not wanting his precious human’s skin to be burnt or ruined by the sun.
Which ends up in deep back rubs, then nibbling on the back of your neck, then quick pecks.
You end this by quickly pulling away and push him into the water.Wetting his costume, he gets playfully angry.
In turn, he yanks you by the ankle into the water.Seeing him in just boxer briefs to swim. Maybe a little drool on your end too.
LOTS of splashing
LOTS of piggybacking
Sitting on his shoulders because yasss.
Chasing you around in the water, stalking his prey love.
Spending the whole day swimming and not noticing.
Not until the sun starts to set, and you need to get home soon.
Pennywise questioning why your skin is all wrinkly and squeezing/poking your skin because of it.
“Looks like dried fruit, why are you like this (y/n)? Are you hurting?”
Yet again explaining, you told him how the human skin worked while in water for a long time.
Helping each other get dry and dressed.
Pennywise walking you home from the Barrens to make sure you got home safe.
Promising you’ll both go back down again to swim sometime soon.
Going practically every weekend and every other day.
I JUST READ THE SADDEST FIC AND NOW I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO IM ACTUALLY SL SAD. IT WAS ABOUT HOW DRACO AND HARRY'S "scared potter?" And "you wish" THROUGHOUT THE YEARS BUT AT THE END DRACO DIES AND HES JUST LAYING ON THE ROAD WITH BLOOD EVERYWHERE AND HE SOFTLY WHISPERS "scared potter?" BC ITS TOO LATE FOR AN EMERGENCY TRUCK TO COME AND THEY BOTH KNEW HE WOULD DIE SO HARRY, TRYING NOT TO CRY STUTTERED "you wish" AND KISSED DRACO ONE LAST TIME. IM CRYING WTF HELP I NEED FICS THATLL CHEER ME UP PLS
OMG YOU POOR SOUL. I feel you, we have all been there! Also that fic sounds heartbreaking I’ll need to read it. I’m going to give you a collection of feel-good fics that I love dearly and that always make me smile.
Drarry + feel-good fic recs
• Crutch, by AWickedMemory (11k) Harry has too much to do, and Draco, too little. The solution? Hire him, of course. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a perfect personal assistant? (One of my precious loves in terms of fic. Assistant!Draco is brilliant, and Harry just can’t do without him. This is hilarious, in character, and so good.)
• Little Red Courgette by blamebrampton (31k) When this season’s purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed? (I’ve laughed myself to tears on more than one occasion while reading this because it’s so witty and endlessly fun. Author is a genius, truly.)
• there’s a trick with a dragon I’m learning to do by curiouslyfic (20k) Harry’s live-in’s a workaholic being courted — harassed — by an array of weeping minions and an assortment of overprivileged pricks. Harry’s bloody portraits are being harassed — courted — by, well, an assortment of things Harry doesn’t even want to think about. Harry’s had a long week already and so far, his weekend’s not looking much better. At least he can say with certainty there’s no place like home… (I have so much love for this fic. It has established Drarry with all this domesticity, lovely detailssss, and such great writing. Can’t rec it enough!)
•Life Is The Flower (For Which Love Is the Honey) by bafflinghaze (15k) The Malfoy Manor lands are lush and verdant. Bees hover over carpets of flowers, and ducks paddle in the pond. It is a place far removed from bustling London and pesky reporters; it is a place where Harry finds what—and who—he didn’t know he was missing. (A fluffy favorite of mine. It’s so goofy and full of bickering, them being adorkable, all this argumentative flirting, and Harry’s baking!)
• In the Company of a Rubber Duck by birdsofshore (34k)
War makes for strange bedfellows. However that doesn’t fully explain how Harry ended up sharing his bath with Draco Malfoy… nor why Malfoy was a rubber duck at the time.
(This sounds cracktastic, and it is. All kinds of hilarious, but also very sweet and precious. Featuring Draco at a muggle cinema and such fun things.)
• Crystal Clearby ICMezzo (6.7k) Harry customizes a snow globe. Draco listens to centaur weather reports. Ron investigates the height of Pansy’s boots. And Hermione knows even more than everything, as usual. (No one signs up for the class for lactating witches.) (I love everything about this short lil’ beauty. It is chock full of gloriously fun details, Auror partners!Drarry, and such great characterizations I can’t.)
• Endangered Familiar by ravenpan (8k) After the war, all he wanted was some peace and quiet. What he got, was a penguin that brought the exact opposite. (Extremely cute is what comes to mind when I think of this fic. I just love penguin!Draco so much and the way he and Harry are in it. Wonderful!)
• Settle in my slow-burning heartby Teatrolley (10k) Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it’s all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too. Things only become stranger when Harry starts bringing Draco ugly souvenirs back from his work travels. When Harry then shows up injured in Draco’s flat, Draco considers the possibility that he’s going insane. (All kinds of precious, this one! Harry is an adorkable cinnamon roll, the writing style is amazing, and Drarry are sooo passionate together and yet soft.)
• Adriftby dysonrules (13k) Auror Harry takes a vacation in the Caribbean and ends up falling from the sky, straight into the lap of Draco Malfoy, modern pirate. (This is guilty pleasure galore, which is exactly what I need in my life sometimes. So much fun, so good and yet so simple. Love it.)
• Paws of Fury by Veritas03 (92k) “Bellow, bluster… your rage is insignificant. No more than the mewing of a kitten. Do not be afraid. He will save you. Calm you. Love you.” Harry has a furry little problem – but Draco’s scent soothes the savage beastie. Will Draco be able to save him when Harry’s world begins to crumble? (Way longer than the others on this list, but I usually only need a few chapters to get my fix of fluffy feels. This is so cute my heart melts. Kitten!Harry is the most precious thing, and the cuddles are all you’ll need after angsty times.)
You… you are not of this Earth. You… you are something much greater than what this world is capable of. You were forged from the brightest stars in this universe and sent to this world to bless us with your voice and your being. My goodness… my darling KJD. Thank you for being one of the reasons I got into EXO at all. Thank you for singing the songs that have held my heart together when it was nearly in pieces. Thank you for your endless warmth and love. You are more than what any world deserves. ♡
genre: smut; slumlord/pimp! au + established relationship
mentions and depictions of murder, blood, drugs, prostitution, slurs, very rough sex and all else that comes along with being a pimp/slumlord. please don’t read if this or anything along these lines bothers you, thank you.
a/n: there are several warnings with this fic, it is drastically different than my usual writings and therefore i feel as if i should warn readers before hand so please make sure to read them before reading the fic.