#but did he turn into a sweet & cuddly angel when i got my heart broken and cried to him ab it? and then offer to kill my ex? also yes

[tortoisebore]

originally reblogged the sibling post but then it made me feel itchy so here i am again

im the youngest of 4!! all of them are my half siblings, but saying "half sibling" is more of a family tree thing than an actual relationship thing. two brothers on my moms side, one sister on my dads. ive only met my sister maybe 5 times, her and my dad have never been on good terms. my middle brother and i are best friends despite the age difference and my oldest brother lives across the country but we try to talk often. youngest children get shit for getting the most attention from their parents, and although i think thats true and i could write a 10 page essay on the shitty ways my parents treated my middle brother compared to me, but there are completely unfair expectations for every child, and i think it isnt right to say that all that attention was always good attention. very fortunate to have a good relationship with my brothers, though, its made a lot of days easier! im the only fire sun of my siblings and my middle brother and i are a menace together since hes a scorpio! love him sm

YES YES YES 100% YES

allllll placements within the family are different and as the oldest sibling it sometimes feels like the younger kids have it easier but they DON’T—their experiences are just different!

like, my oldest-younger sister & i grew up with extremely strict conservative christian parents, but thankfully they’ve turned around a lot in the last couple of years and have become more lenient and progressive. but parenting-wise, it’s like night & day between the two oldest siblings in our family and the two youngest

it looks from the outside like my brother has zero rules—he doesn’t have to do chores, he can be on his computer all day unsupervised without anyone constantly checking his browser history, watch whatever he wants, etc. and the parts of me that are still bitter at how my parents raised me is sometimes like ‘that’s not fair.’

BUT, my brother doesn’t have the same structure that gave me an early sense of responsibility that i cherish now as an adult, he doesn’t have multiple siblings in the house with him to keep him company so he spends a lot of time alone, and the attention he does finally get is often negative for grades, behavior, etc. it’s also hard for him to be the only boy, and come after my sister and i, who were both always on our best behavior, had great grades without trying, and ‘respected’ our parents (really we were just too afraid of punishment to argue back), so my brother gets deemed ‘difficult’ just bc he came after two ‘easy’ daughters. it’s hard for me to watch the way he’s treated and spoken about sometimes because i can recognize his experience now, so i’m always his #1 defender in any situation, even when he might be in the wrong. fighting anyone that comes after him also means punching at my own family sometimes lmaooo but u gotta do what u gotta do

it’s such a huge relief to be close with them despite all of these weird & changing dynamics, i’m so glad that you’re close with your brother! at the end of the day our siblings are the people we spent the most time with and the ones that i feel like we see ourselves the most in, good and bad. like, there are pieces of me in each of my siblings and pieces of each of them in me, and even when it doesn’t always manifest in a positive way, those are the parts of myself i’m most fond of

[7soulstars]

Hello :) I hope it's okay to send a request (if not, then I'm sorry about it ) So maybe where Bucky lives on Clint's farm to get away from everything but then there comes this woman, Clints best friend besides Nat and he immediately wants to know her better.. after a while they get really close and develope feelings for each other but dont talk about it. So one night, she stays over and needs to share a room with Buck, things get heated and passionate between them ? :) then it's all cuddly? ❤️

Hey darling! Thank you so much for requesting! I am so sorry it took me so long! I blame it on my lazy ass and also on the many pending requests. Thank you so much for being this patient with me! I really hope you like this one!

Мой целитель

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Broken Bonky Babie, Avengers are teasing little shits, Steve leaves like in the movies and doesn’t come back (I want to kill him for that), Fluff, Shy Bonky and Y/N, Liddle angst, Both idiots doubt themselves, Y/N likes beating the fuck out of bullies a.k.a Violence, steamy stuff but not smut ( cuz I don’t write smut”

Summary: Someone managed to make Bucky accept the fact that everyone can heal. 

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Мой целитель ; (pronounced: Moy tselitel') Russian for My Healer

War never ends. It just rests. One day someone will come to ask your help that is when the rest of war is over again.

That is what Bucky has always been of the belief ever since before and after endgame. Ever since Steve left, most of Bucky did too. Yes, he had Sam and the others but Steve was the only part of his original past left and he couldn’t even stop him.

He decided that the rest period for his war conflicted heart had started when Clint had offered him a place to live at his farmhouse to ‘heal and stay away from the space bullshit’. 

Not to brag but he had fit right into the little family. The kids loved Uncle Bucky and Laura appreciated the extra help she got with the house. Sam and Natasha would come by every two days and the rest every once a week. They would go visit a bar and hang out. That was Bucky’s life now. That was his routine.

Clint had sudddenly announced one fine weekly team hangout day that his long time best friend would be joining them. Bucky couldn’t care less. He had seen people come in and out of the Barton house all the time. Most sending him glares due to his past. He couldn’t blame them. Not when he knew he would do the same in different set of circumstances.

But he was proved wrong. Y/N was an angel. More so to him. Not a single glare was directed at him by her the entire time. She just smiled sweetly. Maybe he did care a little bit.

Y/N turned out to be Lila and Cooper, Clint’s first two children’s godmother. She had finally come home after 15 years of being in and out of the country for her job. Clint had mentioned that every time she came back she would first visit the kids not forgetting to bring them gifts from everywhere and how the snap had worried her. So Bucky was not surprised when he had to get three kids off of her as she entered the house. His heart swelled when she said ‘Thank You’, although everyone said that. 

He was unusually getting attached to her and that scared him.

After Steve attatchment was difficult. Trust was difficult. But Y/N made it seem like child's play. She somehow completely saw through him. Almost as if she knew everything about him and he was confused by that.

Especially at those little moments when he felt hesitant.

Bucky was a handsome man no doubt and that meant some women were confident enough to ask hit on him everytime he was out at a restaurant or a bar with the others. Y/N would join them quite often and on one such day she saved Bucky from his anxiety issues.

"Hey.....you come here quite often.....can I buy you a drink ?", a very confident girl had managed to come up to the table and asked Bucky who looked at her with eyes as blown out as big as saucers and immediately looked down stuttering as he tried to politely reject the lady. A hand carefully wrapped around his metal arm as he realized Y/N had said "I'm sorry he's taken", before sending the girl as kind smile which had lead to Bucky's hair-hidden neck to go red.

Bucky had excused himself to the washroomas the rest relentlessly teased his popularity but he had not noticed Y/N following suit.

"I'm sorry", she had apologised leaving the other puzzled again. "W-why?" "I should have asked before touching you....I know-I know you don't like being touched....I'm sorry". There was pure sincerity in her voice "NO!",his own voice startled him and her as she looked at him in confusion. "I-I mean I'm glad....You helped me out there......Also.....",there was hesitation in Bucky's heart, "Also....I don't mind if you touch me Y/N".

That day onwards something changed. Significantly so, Bucky found himself calling and hanging out with Y/N more. She filled his thoughts would be one way of saying that and the Avengers noticed. So the next time Bucky tried to sneak out of the farm when the others were there Sam noticed, “Hey Hey Hey ! Where are you sneakin to ?”. The other stood frozen like a deer in the headlights staring down at his best friend like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. Nat smirked as she bit on her grilled cheese sandwich sing songing, “He’s going to meet Y/N~~”Bucky grumbled a little ‘Shut up Nat’ before taking the car out towards the bar.

“Buck !”, she had yelled waving as he smiled and pulled her into his arms for a hug and staying like that for a few minutes both eventually hesitantly letting go. Joe the bartender already having set up their regular drinks showed how often they frequented the place, even having seats that were almost always empty for just the two of them. 

After meeting Y/N, Bucky realised new things about himself. He liked sweet stuff more than savoury. He liked playing games at the arcade. He was definately much more open to technology than Steve ever was. He liked being spoiled and babied. And he was extremely serious about board games. He knew all this because Y/N made him realize that.

That day he found out another thing. He likes staring at Y/N looking at the sunset. In other words he likes Y/N. But he had promised himself to not act on it. He didn’t want to loose her. Not now, not ever.

Walking through a dark alley way was not something Bucky liked but with Y/N it was something he was starting to hate. Y/N is beautiful. Obliviously so. He could sense sleazy men staring at her but chose to stay put. But we all know that rouse wasn’t going to stay put for long considering a group of 3 men surrounding the two of them all eyeing Y/N. “Hey sweetheart why don’t you come with us ? We counld have a darn sweet night”, exclaimed the one that looked like the leader as the other two laughed behind him. “Back off”, Bucky had warned. He didn’t want to fight. He felt like he’d embarrass himself before Y/N. “Ohhh look who it is The Winter Soldier”, the other said mockingly. “What are you going to do? Kill me? You don’t have Captain America now to back you up do you ?”. Before Bucky could even reply the third guy let out a scream at which everyone turned to look at him to see him cradling what seemed like a freshly broken wrist and before he could even react the second one went flying into a pile of trash (where he belongs) and the main commentator’s head was being bashed strait onto the road by Y/N’s hand. “No, but he does does have an ex-black ops now turned into a CIA Agent to back him up”, she quipped seethingly through her teeth.

Bucky said nothing. His brain was still processing the information he was bombarded with. He walked Y/N to her car and drove back to Clint’s all while still processing.

So when Sam (who was just about to leave) asks “How was it ?” Bucky looks him in the eye and goes.

“I’m in love with Y/N.”

Tony had decided to prank Clint one fine day and told everyone that Clint was hosting a sleepover. So that meant Clint had to accomodated several idiots into his farmhouse. Within this chaos he also had a very great idea.

So when Y/N was pushed into Bucky’s room both stopped functioning.

Y/N spotted him angrily whispering into is phone as she got out of the shower. Throwing his phone into oblivion ,startled, when she called name out suddenly. “Y-You’re done ? Uhhhh you can take the bed doll, I’ll take the floor”,Bucky hates the floor but if it meant Y/N would be comfortable, he’d be ready to sleep on a block of ice. “Nope definately not ! We can share the damn bed Buck the floor uncomfortable !”, she argued. “ No Y/N you don’t understand I can’t !” “WHY! IS IT BECAUSE I MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AFTER THAT DAY ?”, there was a grave silence between the two. He knew exactly what she was talking about. Bucky’s eyes soften and for the first time he realizes that he had never thaken the effort to know more about Y/N. He was focused on her helping him find himself. “Why would you say that ?” ,he said softly as he moved towards her and she moved backwards. “Because it is what it is isn’t it?”, she retorted. “NO IT IS NOT !”, Bucky sighed as he sat on the bed and watched the woman of importance as she paced around the room. “Why then Bucky ? You’ve been distant from me since that day....” “You won’t understand.....” “Try me” “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU OKAY !” 

12 minutes. It had been 12 minutes since Y/N had froze and stared at Bucky. 

“Shut up. You’re lying” , she finally said.

“What ? No ! Why would I lie about that”,Bucky argued

“Because ! You are James Buchanan Barnes ! One of the most attractive men I have seen in my life period.”

“And here I’m the one firmly believing someone like me doesn’t even stand a change with someone as pretty as you.”

“See, you’re lying again”

“Doll, shut up before I will have to make you”, he warned

“Don’t make empty threats that you won’t fulfill James”, she challenged.

And with that Bucky has Y/N slammed into the bed , his mouth moving roughly along her’s as she puts her arms around his. There was something different about this Bucky. Y/N felt every single pent up frustration that the man kissing her had felt supressing his feelings had felt.

Soon enough they seperated, finally gasping for air. Bucky plopped beside Y/N as she placed her palm on his cheek rubbing a thumb over it while smiling at him blissfully. 

“Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you”

“I love you...”, she said and somehow Bucky knew he had tears running down his cheeks. He curled into her arms. Clint’s loud speakers playing Elvis as the two dozed off to sleep. But Bucky waited for her to doze off, kissing her forehead as he ran his metal arm through her hair.

“Мой целитель, I love you too”, he said. 

He wasn’t alone anymore. He was healed. His internal war had ended forever. That’s all he ever wanted. That’s all he was thankful for.

---The End---

Guess who almost cried writing this fic? That’s right! ME. Now I need myself a Bucky to hug. I really hope you liked this fic and I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH ON HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME! Please like, share, comment and reblog if you like my work to support me ! Please do not plagarise my hard work and thank you so much for reading! 

~Love, Hri

[radiantsunburst]

Touch-Starved & Rough! Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki (HCS)

@strangeshoesportsrebel : Request for touchstarved todo and baku and how rough they are when they see someone else flirting/harrassing their s/o thank you angel I’m a thirsty biych

Here it is Sweetie!~ Hope you enjoy it!💕 Warnings: NSFW (Characters are aged up to 18) and Fluff ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

TODOROKI SHOUTO

SFW (When he’s touch-starved):

Todoroki grew up in a remote household. Because of his father's pride, he was used as a mere tool in defeating All Might. His Father would physically abuse him, pushing him to use the full extent of his quirk until he couldn't do so no more. He had never felt any affection from his father. The last time he felt affection was from his mother, before the incident that caused his scar happened and before she left them.

He thought that he'll never experience it again which is why he isolated his emotions and feelings, putting up a cold facade to ward people off. 

However, it all changed when he met you.  

Your genuine smile that could put Midoriya's to shame.

Your bubbly personality that rose higher than Uraraka's.

Your enthusiasm and determination to be number one rivaled the Pomeranian Hedgehog's.

Everything about you made him warm.

​In short, YOU SHINE LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. 🌞

When you guys finally got together, he told you about his traumatic childhood and you sympathized. 

​You realized that he was deprived of affection so you made a mental note to shower him day by day, starting with hugs and cheek kisses. 

The first time you did it, H E  W A S  S O  W H I P P E D. 

Icyhot.exe has stopped working. 

The wonderful sensation of being touched made him feel giddy inside. 

He never knew that being touched felt so good, and because of it, he had grown accustomed to your affection that he couldn't go to class or get productive without it. 

​"Love... " 

​"Hmm?" 

​"I need you, I want your affection.." 

​When you pet his head, he softly purrs like a kitten. Making your heart burst at the sight of his adorableness. He takes your hand from his head and nuzzles it on his cheek, giving you a signal that he wants more of it. 

​One time, you were both inside Todoroki's room. You were jotting down notes for Math in his desk while he laid on the bed, completely bored. 

"Love.. " 

​"Yes?" 

​"Come here, I miss you already" 

You didn't budge, you told him that you were busy at the moment. He pouted, feeling left out at how you were focusing on your notes instead of him. 

Desperate to touch you, his patience disappeared. Standing up, and making his way towards you. 

​You gasped when you felt arms wrap around your waist, pulling you away from your work to his chest. You blushed as you felt Todoroki's warm breath on your neck, tickling you. 

“S-Shouto, what are you d-doing?..”

"I'm sorry Love, but you should spend time with me instead of that damn work.. " He mutters before peppering your neck with kisses and nips. Eventually your boyfriend was too hot and cute to be ignored so instead you gave in and cuddled the rest of the day. 

NSFW (How rough he is when someone else flirts with his S/O):

​Todoroki is a calm and collected person, only conveying strong emotions in times of distress. 

He's a soft boi, he doesn't easily get provoked with little things (except his Dad), unless when something bad happens to you. 

You both were on a date at a park. 

​You sat by the bench as Todoroki went to buy ice cream. 

You were minding your own business, admiring your surroundings especially the beautiful sounds made by the birds until a figure sat beside you. 

It was a boy about the same age as you, wearing a loose colorful collared-shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, showing off his collarbone and upper chest. His hair was gelled upwards, gold chains hung from his neck and hands. He gave you a smoldering look akin to a gecko being fed with a lemon slice. 

"Hey Baby, you look lost. I can be your map to guide you to my heart" The man winks. Fuckboy alert.

​You cringed, feeling disgusted by his advances. 

Moments later, Todoroki comes back with two cups of strawberry ice cream and (f/f) ice cream. 

He sees the man flirting with you, and grew alarmed when he saw the look of discomfort on your face. 

He was about to swat the man off politely but,

When the man touched your wrist, he  s n a p p e d.

​He stomped towards you both, his teeth clenched in both anger and annoyance. Because who does the man think he is?

"What do you think you are doing with my girlfriend?" His tone was firm, his eyes held a dark glare as if it bore into the man’s soul. The man cowered in fear before scurrying off. 

“Did he touch you elsewhere?” You shook your head no. 

​When you guys got home, he immediately captured your lips in a fervent kiss. His hands immediately roaming around your body, caressing every part of it. He wants to erase the man's touch on you, wanting to replace it with his. 

He gets rough when he's jealous. (and secretly kinky too oOf) 

​Your moans filled the room as your back leaned against the wall with your dual-haired boyfriend on his knees. Your right leg was placed over his shoulder giving him full access to your entrance as he lapped over the juices from your dripping sex. He eagerly sucks on the fleshy pearl before plunging three digits within your pussy and started fingering you.

​A coil formed on your stomach, your walls started clenching around his fingers but before you could release, he pulled them out making you whine. 

​"S-Shouto.... P-please.. " 

​"Please what, Love?" He teased, licking his fingers to taste your sweet, succulent juices. 

"Please just fuck me already... " 

And he did, eliciting a broken moan from you as he filled you to the brim. He was so thick that he made you feel so full but of course he let you adjust to his size, he doesn’t want you to get hurt. 

Telling him that he can finally move, he starts moving his hips slowly, gradually increasing his pace. 

​Until he's basically pounding into you, pulling you down by your hips to meet his cock. He nips at your soft skin leaving purple marks to mark his territory. 

"Who do you belong to, Love?" 

"Y-yours Todoroki Shouto! I b-belong to you only!" 

​"Good girl" He smirks before proceeding to fuck you thoroughly. He wants to prove to that man that you belong to him and only him. 

His tip was constantly kissing your womb, making you moan louder, bringing you close to orgasm. 

Once he struck the spot one last time, the knot in your stomach snapped and both of you came harshly. Your back arched as you anchored yourself on him, feeling waves of pleasure flow through your veins. Todoroki threw his head back in bliss, as he emptied himself within you. 

You both panted and breathed in deeply as you let your bodies relax from the exhausting activity.

​You find this new side of him hot and you can't wait to see more of it. 

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

SFW (When he’s touch-starved):

Bakugou Katsuki may be a hot-headed, aggressive, and egoistic boy but underneath that tough shell hides a boy who desires physical affection.

He denies it in public but when in private, once your fingertips lightly touch his arm, he will melt and turn putty in your arms.

Despite his brash personality, all he wanted was someone to hold him close and to shower him with affection.

He has a thing for hugs.

Give him or surprise him with a hug and he’ll explode into a blushing mess.

Also,

He loves it when you cup his cheeks with both of your hands and softly caress it.

You discovered this secret when you were both in the common room watching The Office, the other were in their rooms doing their usual stuff. He looked so cuddly in his oversized bear sweater and white pajamas, his face was concentrated on the show and you had the urge to squish his cheeks.

If the others were in your place, they wouldn’t dare to touch the Hedgehog. They figured that he would kill them.

But you’re the Pomeranian Hedgehog’s girlfriend so you surprised him by raising your right hand and grabbing his left cheek, giving it a soft squeeze.

He accidentally let out a small gasp before pulling his away, he was taken aback by your actions. A blush erupted from his face, his eyes wide.

“O-oi! What the fuck do you think you were doing Dumbass?! Why did you fucking p-pinch my cheek?! Do you want me to blow your brains out huh?!” He stammered.

You gave him an amused smile. He looks so cute when he’s like that.

“Answer me Dumbass!”

“You looked cute in your clothes and you’re even more adorable when you’re flustered like that”

Blasty Boom Boom Boi was speechless.

How dare you say that he’s cute.

 “S-shut up! I am not cute! Stop trying to make me flustered you fucking-“ you cut him off by enveloping him in a hug, he tried to struggle but stopped resisting when you hugged him tighter. He was still giving you insults but they weren’t offensive, just phrases like ‘Idiot’, and ‘Stop hugging me or e-else…’.

Ever since that happened, Bakugou began to crave for your touch. He wants to hold your hand, embrace you in his arms, and kiss you. He wanted nothing more but to feel you by his side. Sure he may sound needy and desperate, however he can’t help but feel this way when it comes to you.

He’s so enthralled by you.

Without your touch, his anger level increases tenfold making him more cranky and aggressive than usual. You're the only person (apart from Kirishima) who keeps him grounded. 

  His pride won't let him admit it but he's grown attached to you (please don't leave the adorable hedgehog alone).

Katsuki woke up from his slumber in your shared bed, only to find out you weren't there. He tried searching for you around the room even running to the bathroom but still couldn’t find you so, he panicked. 

'Shit! What if something happened to you?! What if a villain snuck in and kidnapped you?!What if he's too late-' 

His thoughts were interrupted when a delicious aroma of cinnamon and bacon filled the air. 

He hurried downstairs to find you cooking cinnamon pancakes and bacon in the kitchen, you were wearing a Ground Zero apron that fit snuggly to your figure. 

He sighed in relief before smiling softly. 

He approached behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his body on you. 

You squealed in surprise, almost letting go of the pan but thankfully you didn't. 

"K-Katsuki!? You surprised m-me! What are you doing out of bed? I was supposed to surprise you with breakfast-in-bed" 

 "I missed you Dumbass.. " He mumbled, loud enough for you to hear, as he placed his chin over your shoulder. A faint blush dusted over your cheeks, taken aback by his choice of words and behavior.  

"Let's go back to bed" 

 "But Katsu, I have to finish cooking our breakfast" 

  "Breakfast can wait. Cause I wanna cuddle you dammit" He says before turning off the stove. You turned to face him, about to retort when he suddenly scooped you in his arms and carried you over his shoulder. He started walking towards your shared bedroom. 

"Katsuki,  what are you-" He cut you off by giving a playful slap to your ass, causing to release a soft whimper. He gave you a smirk. 

You enjoyed your cuddling session with Katsuki throughout the day. 

NSFW (How rough he is when someone flirts with his S/O):  

He may have an explosive personality but he can get territorial over you too. He doesn't like it when another guy flirts or harasses you. Because if he finds out that someone is making you uncomfortable then he won't hesitate to blast them off to the next century. 

This man exudes aggression and protectiveness. 

Someone flirts with you + his protectiveness = wild, exhausting sex 

It was proven when you and the rest of Bakusquad were out to go night clubbing. Mina and Kaminari decided that the gang should have a drink to loosen up a bit. Hero works became quite stressful so they figured they needed something to relieve the stress. 

You wanted to do some finishing touches on your makeup so you excused yourself and went to the bathroom. 

Lightly applying some foundation and lipstick, you placed them back in your small pouch. You walked outside of the restroom and before you could three steps, a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you to the side. 

You figured that it was your boyfriend but when you turned, it was a stranger. He looked far older, his breath reeks of alcohol and he wore a crooked smile. 

"Hi there Babycakes, wanna have some fun?" Ugh pedo.

"Let go of me!" 

 "Aw why not Babycakes? I wouldn't want to waste this opportunity to give a beautiful girl like you a good time. I can't wait to taste your luscious body" He smirks as he tightened his grip on your wrist and tried to pull you towards him. You struggled out of his grip and thought of using your quirk to push him off but someone arrived.  

"Oi old man, release your fucking grip on my girlfriend or else I will blow your insides into bits" You both turned to see Katsuki, his palm opened as he made small explosions. His face held a furious expression, looking like he was gonna go on a rampage.

"K-Katsuki" 

"S-shit, it's Ground Zero!" The man whimpered and ran away out of fear, leaving you and Bakugou alone in the hallway. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before pulling you against his chest. You could feel the growing sexual tension between you and him. 

"That fucking bastard touched what's mine, how about we change that yeah?" 

You gulped, both excited and terrified of what he was about to do. 

Prepare yourselves for some exhausting, rough sex.   

He’s basically a sex god.

Katsuki smirked at the sight before him. In the bed was you, fully nude to showcase your glorious form, your eyes blindfolded, hands tied above your head. Your face was flushed and drool was coming out of your mouth. Whining, you rubbed your thighs together. You were so desperate and needy for a good fuck. You wanted him to touch you, pleasure you, fill you up real good until you're knocked up. 

You gasped when he suddenly flipped you into all fours, your torso falling down on the bed with your ass up in the air. 

  "Look at you, so beautiful... And wet for me" He says, lightly tracing his fingertip over your pink folds. Admiring how your pussy glistened as your juices dripped down your thighs. 

"Please...." 

"Please what, Babygirl?" 

"Please Daddy, just fuck me already-Oh fuck!" He slammed his cock into you and started pounding into you. You mewled in delight as his large cock was stretched you.

He groans as your cunt kept clenching around him, every time he tries to pull out, your walls would grip it tightly as if it wouldn't let him leave. 

"D-Daddy I'm c-close" You breathed out as you could feel yourself get closer to the edge of orgasm. Instead of stopping, Katsuki spread your legs wider and roughly snapped his hips, his tip hitting your cervix. You moaned loudly as he hit the right spot before moving your hip in rhythm with his, urging him to do it again.   

"Yeah that's it Babygirl, you belong to Daddy only... Only I!" He gave a sharp thrust causing you to moan louder than before. 

"Can" Another deep thrust. 

"Fuck you like this!" Another thrust that pierced your womb, causing you to cum violently. Your body shook, drool dripping down your mouth as your eyes rolled back at the euphoric bliss you're feeling. Katsuki hissed as your walls clenched tighter around him, it took him willpower to not cum yet. He waited as you ride down your high.   

Just as you were about to settle down and close your eyes to rest, he flipped you on your back, removed the blindfold from your eyes revealing your eyes clouded with lust. He spread your legs even further and smirked, earning a moan from you as he started moving his hips. 

  "I'm not done with you yet Babygirl, I'm gonna thoroughly fuck you again and again until you'll only remember me and my cock in you" 

Oh boy, a very long night indeed.     

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A/n: You guys can request fics,imagines, and headcanons! Feel free to drop it in my inbox. 💕

[girl-with-cat-eyes]

Tale As Old As Time (2/?)

Years ago, an unlucky prince fell victim to fate and was cursed to spend forever as a beast. He hid away in fear of what he'd become. In a nearby town, a young man struggles to care for his ailing father. In the ultimate sacrifice, he agrees to live with beastly prince. Can our anxious beauty melt this beast's heart? AKA Thvi beauty and the beast au.

Ships: Thvi, Logicality, Demus, Romile

Chapter Summary: When we last left the boys Virgil had agreed to live with Thomad in order to heal his father. Now he will get to meet his new roommates and we see Thomas' reaction to all of this.

A/N: This took forever for chapter 2 but I'm happy with how it came out. We were originally going to have the kusoc incorporated but that proved beyond our talents. And remember prompts are open!Remember R&R and enjoy!

Love, @girl-with-cat-eyes & @forever-forgotten-angel

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Thomas tried not to stare as he led Virgil into his home, well it was theirs now. He couldn't believe that he'd agreed to live with him until the flos insidias magicae fabrica bloomed again. That a beautiful man such as this would willingly choose to live with a beast like him. 

He shook those thoughts away, swallowing before turning towards the other. "I can show you to your room and then I could introduce you to the others if you'd like." 

"Others?" 

He chuckled. "Yes. Did you think I lived here all by myself?" 

Virgil shrugged. "Truthfully I thought this place was abandoned until I saw you. That's why I didn't just knock on the front door."  

Thomas led him through the hallways, a room already picked for him. "I prefer it if people think the castle is abandoned. Keeps away unwanted visitors."

Truthfully it kept everyone away, as sad as that was. But it for the best. Sure Thomas hated being alone like this, but he'd hate it even more if people came just to stare at him. Or even worse formed a mob. It was the only possible outcome surely; he was a monster. 

Finally they were at the doorway Thomas had in mind. "Here's your room." He turned towards the other. "I'll let you get settled in, and I can introduce you to everyone later. And maybe we could have a late dinner? If you want to of course. Or I could have dinner sent up here for you. " He probably would want to dine alone. God knows why anyone would want to eat dinner with a beast like him, let alone this beautiful, kind man. 

Surprisingly, Virgil nodded eagerly at the mention of dinner. "Yes. I'd love to have dinner with you. And to meet everyone of course. Are they your family or friends or...?" 

"Technically they work for me. But they're like my family. Or friends at the very least." He smiled at the thought of his friends. He didn't know what he would do without them. He'd had to stop talking to everyone after he was cursed. Of course, Thomas felt guilty that they had been cursed for his mistake. They didn't deserve to spend their lives the way that they now did because he'd accidentally insulted that enchantress. 

He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts. They didn't deserve it but it was too late now. "Right. Well I will let them know that you are living with us now and to start preparing a late dinner. I'll be back in a bit to show you to the dining room. This place can be confusing if you don't know the lay out." 

He nodded up at Thomas. "Alright. I'll um.. unpack my things." That's when Thomas saw the small grocery bag of clothes and toiletries that Virgil held. It wasn't much. Clearly he hadn't intended on being gone long. He made a mental note to get him some new clothes. 

He watched his new houseguest enter his room, giving a soft wave as he shut the door. Thomas sighed. He was adorable! He had a handsome, adorable roommate for the next 6 months at least.

Giving himself one more moment to compose himself, Thomas made his way down to the kitchens to tell everyone of their new roommate. 

Thankfully, Logan was still awake when he got there, the clock holding his family close. "Well?" He asked. 

Thomas clicked on the lights, hearing soft groans. "Everyone." He said. "I have news." 

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Virgil looked at his new room. It was bigger than his one at home, and far nicer too. Up front near the door was a small couch with a chair and a coffee table in front of a fireplace. Clearly meant for visitors. Then in the back was the more 'bedroom' area. There was a simple vanity sitting across from a wardrobe. And sitting along the back wall was a four poster bed with a canopy and a footrest in front of that. Yes the room was nicer than anything Virgil had ever stayed in before. 

He sat his bag down on the footrest before laying down on the bed with a sigh. Getting a thought, the man pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his father telling him he loved him and to remember to take his medicine. 

He already missed his father so much. Virgil had never been away from Dee for long periods of time and 6 months felt like an eternity. But he reminded himself that this was all worth it. Virgil would get the flower and get it back to him. And possibly get to flirt with that cute beast in the process. 

Thomas seemed nice enough: he'd not only offered to let Virgil have the flower for free come spring, but he was letting him stay here free of charge until it bloomed. Not to mention he looked like a cuddly teddy bear. 

Virgil was shaken from his thoughts by a knock on the door. He rolled off the bed, going to answer the door. Thomas stood on the other side with a sheepish grin. "I told everyone. And they all want to meet you… And afterwards we could have dinner?" 

Virgil nodded. "Ok." He followed the taller man…beast..whatever. He followed the other out and downstairs. "You said they worked for you?" 

"Yes. And they're.. Well they're like me. I figured I should warn you now so you aren't shocked." He nodded at that. Alright he was living with multiple beasts it for the time being. 

Thomas lead him into what seemed to be a kitchen, giving him a nervous smile as they entered. To Virgil's shock, the room was empty, only a few household items sitting around. "Where is everyone?"

"We're right here, kiddo!" 

Virgil jumped and looked down. There was a teapot looking at him. And the teapot could speak. Oh boy. Suddenly a clock moved to beside the teapot and spoke. "Patton, dearheart, please be careful. You could have shattered getting off of the trolley!" 

The teapot turned towards the clock with a sweet smile. "Oh sweetie pie, I am being careful. But you can't expect me to stay on the trolley my entire life." They were both talking. The furniture could talk. These were the people Thomas had been referring to. 

Virgil swallowed. "You can all talk." 

A candelabra moved forward, grinning and bowing. "Of course we can talk!" Virgil starred as the talking candelabra tucked one of it's candles under its base in what he could only assume was a rather dramatic bow. "I am Roman, at your service. The brightest star of this household and master of romanc-" 

"And I am Remus. King of Trash and far superior to my flames for brains brother up there." Virgil looked down to see a fancy trash can give him a somewhat salacious wink. Strangely this was not the oddest thing to happen to him tonight. 

"Well.. This was unexpected but it's nice to meet both of you." He was going to ask for the names of the others when a little chipped teacup bounces into view. The clock scrambled forward to steady the cup.  

"Hi! I'm Chip. Uncle Thomas says you live here with us now. Are you going to be my new uncle?" He gave a big grin. Virgil felt a smile grow on his own face at how adorable this little guy was.  

The clock moved closer. "Charles it's not po-" 

"Absolutely. I'm your uncle Virgil now." He locked over to the clock and teapot. "I didn't catch your names. I'm Virgil. And you are?" He prompted. 

The teapot spoke first. "Well, kiddo, I'm Patton but most folks call me Pat or Dad." He smiled up at Virgil. He found himself returning the gesture and meaning it. 

The clock besides Patton sighed. "The only person who calls you 'Dad' is Charles. Which makes sense since he is our son." Patton shrugged and the clock turned to face Virgil. "I am Logan. Patton's husband and Charles' father." 

Virgil was about to speak when he heard some clanging come from the entrance. Before he could ask what was making that sound a feather duster appeared in the doorway, followed by an armoire. “We’re here.” The feather duster exclaimed. “Oh! Is this him? Hello. I’m Emile! Gosh, what you did for your father is truly brave.” 

The wardrobe rolled its eyes. “Gurl stop. You’re overwhelming him.” He gave a smirk. “I’m Remy. The most fashionable bitch around here.”

Virgil gave a short nod, trying to come to terms with everything. He would be living with a beast and living furniture until the flower bloomed. Ok. He’d dealt with weirder. And this couldn’t be too bad; they all seemed nice enough considering that he had broken in. Besides they could all be awful and he still wouldn’t leave until spring. He would put up with anything to cure his father. He ran a hand through his hair before speaking. “Right.” He sighed. “Well, I’m Virgil, um he/him pronouns.I’m going to be staying here for a while, until I can cure my father. But I’m sure you were already knew that. It’s nice to meet all of you. I hope you won’t mind my staying here.” 

They all smiled at him and Virgil felt relieved that they didn’t seem too mad at his intrusion. This could certainly work. Come spring, he’d have the cure for his father and maybe some acquaintances. Or maybe even friends? He felt warm and happy just thinking about it. “Well, have you eaten yet? We could make some dinner for you if you’d like. And maybe you could tell us about yourself.” Said Patton. 

Virgil nodded. “That sounds great.” He looked at Thomas. “You said you wanted to give me tour?” He nodded and offered out his hand. Virgil took it with a soft smile. It was so soft. 

“Yes. I’ll show you around while dinner is cooking.” He returned Virgil’s smile. “Shall we?”

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Thomas tried to focus on showing Virgil the rooms, but it was hard when his reactions were so adorable. He couldn’t help but watch the awe on the other man’s face as he lead him through the castle. His face lit up as they moved through the rooms, eyes widening at the size of his new home. 

“It’s not much.” He explained. “But it’s my home.” 

Virgil raised an eyebrow at him, clearly disagreeing. “Not much? This place is easily as big as my home village!” 

Thomas shrugged. “I guess I just haven’t thought about it like that. I grew up here; it’s all I know.” He turned to look at the next room. “This is the library. I spend a lot of time in here, if you ever need me come here.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re welcome to use the library as much as you want. I mean the entire castle is free for your use of course.” 

Virgil looked at the room in awe. “There’s so many books here, it’s amazing. I work at a bookstore and we don’t have anywhere near the number of books that are in here.” He turned back towards Thomas. “You mean it? That I can come in here whenever I’d like?”

Thomas smiled. “Of course. There’s quite a few books in here I could recommend for you if you’d like?” Virgil nodded. “Alright. Dinner should be ready by now, shall we head back? You must be starving by now, I’m sure.” 

He shrugged. “I mean I guess? I haven’t eaten today if that’s what you mean.” Thomas stopped to look at him.

The response threw him through a loop. He felt worry course through him, but tried to hold it back. There had to be a logical reason for this. “Why not? Too busy driving?” He was met with another shrug.

“Ehh.. More like I was rationing out the food. I needed to make sure my dad was able to eat. God knows he needs to keep his strength up.” And the worry was back stronger than before. Virgil must be starving if he had be rationing out their food. 

“Oh. Well you must be starving then. We should definitely eat.” Thomas began moving again with a quicker pace. The faster they got to the dining room, the faster this poor man could eat.

“I mean it’s not the first time I’ve skipped a meal. I do it all the time back home.”

“What?” 

“I’ve skipped meals before. Saves money that way. Then we can afford my dad’s medical treatments and he can still get 3 meals a day. It’s a huge load off my shoulders to know that he’s getting enough food. He really needs it with him being so sick; it’ll help him keep his energy up.”

Thomas blinked. Virgil had been ... starving himself so that his father had enough food. This hadn’t just been a one-time thing since they were traveling. He apparently did this often. Worry coursed through Thomas’ veins and burned like acid. He swallowed. Virgil needed to eat right away. The poor thing, god knows how long it had been since he’d had a real meal. Thomas was determined to change that.  “Well, I can promise you, Virgil, that you will never have to miss a meal while you’re here. You won’t have to worry about that.” He gave a soft smile before leading Virgil to the dining room. 

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Thankfully it was a short walk from the library to the dining room. Thomas had wanted to carry Virgil there, but he was unsure if the shorter man would be ok with it. Instead he chose to guide him there, hand on the small of his back. 

Virgil had been just as impressed with the dining room as he was with the rest of the castle, his eyes lighting up at its sheer size. Thomas had to resist a smile as he took it all in. He shook his head slightly; Virgil needed to eat. "Please sit down. I'm going to see how dinner is coming." 

Virgil sat and he went back to the kitchen. He needed to make sure everything was done. "Is dinner ready?" The others all turned to look at him. 

Roman spoke first. "But of course. I was thinking that I could perform something first-" 

"You can perform while Virgil eats. He hasn't eaten a proper meal in almost 3 days." Patton gasped at that.  

"The poor kiddo. He must be starving at this point." Thomas nodded in agreement. 

"And apparently he goes without food all the time. He needs a proper meal. So food first." With that he went back into the dining room. 

"Dinner is almost ready." He announced as he sat down, trying not to stare at Virgil's pink tinged cheeks. Alas it did not work too well for Thomas. He was but a simple gay. And the panic was starting to set in. He would be living with this cute guy for the 6 months? There was no way he'd survive it. 

He had just sat down when the others brought out dishes of food as well as two place settings. Thomas sent them a thankful look as they set down the trays of food before going back into the kitchen. Reaching forward, Thomas served both himself and Virgi trying to keep in mind that he would most likely want less. 

Virgil smiled and gave a soft thanks. “Thank you.” He swallowed. “For everything. This… It means everything to me. This flower is the only thing I’ve found that could cure my father. He’s all I have.”

Thomas nodded thinking of his own parents. They’d been so close before everything. He could still remember his mother tucking him in at night. It had been so long ago. He quickly shook those thoughts away and turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Well I'm glad to help." He paused. "So tell me about your life before now. I really don't get to go outside much." 

Virgil seemed to grow more comfortable as he talked about his job at a bookstore and how he used to love to write and wanted to become a writer before his father became ill. Thomas sighed. He could do this. He could spend the next year living with this sweet and cute man. He just had to remember that it was to save his father's life and not get attached. 

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It’s Okay Kitten

Jungkook x Hybrid kitten reader

Genre: Fluff

“Kookie,” you purred rubbing against Jungkooks leg as he brushed his teeth

“You okay Kitten?” He asked smiling down at you

“Please, don’t go to work,” you pouted standing to meet him nuzziling your head into his neck

“I wish I could stay here with you all day Kitten. But I have to work. I’m sorry,” he said putting his tooth brush back into the holder next to your pink one.

He turned to you lifting your face from his neck pressing a gentle kiss on your head.

“How about another 10 minuets of snuggling before I go, hmm?” He smiled to which you purred and your tail waved happily as you pulled him to the bed and cuddled up by his side. Your head laying on his arm and in his chest. His other arm sling over your waist and petted your tail softly.

You purred into his chest and he smiled to himself.

“Are you okay kitten, you’ve been very pouty and cuddly the last few days,” you could tell by his voice he was very concerned. You had been very clingy and pouty recently. Little did he know you had fallen in love with him. His kind goofy and caring personality had made you fall head over heels for him. But sadly. Hybrids being with their owners was frowned upon. You could never tell him. But the idea of him meeting someone and falling in love with them and then him bringing them back to live with you both broke your heart.

Of course you wanted him to be happy. But, the feeling of insecurity, of not being able to be with him the way a full human would stopped you from saying anything. So for the past 4 weeks you had been living in constant sorrow that you had met your soulmate but, he would never return your love the way you loved him.

“No, I’ve just been feeling a little...” you trailed off as your eyes began to water.

He felt your body stiffen and felt your shoulders shake slightly from trying to hold back sobs.

“Y/n, Kitten, are you crying?” He asked his fingers coming to run over the fur on your white ears.

You didn’t trust your voice and nodded into his chest pulling him closer to you in a attempt to calm yourself down.

“Shhhh, it’s okay Kitten,” he said pulling you closer into his body tangling his legs with yours and holding you tightly in his arms.

5 minuets passed of Jungkook whispering softly for you to calm down. And that everything was going to be okay. Your sobs stopped when he began singing. His soft beautiful voice filled the room and it never failed to take your breath away. That this beautiful man had such a voice in him. He sounded like an angel.

He kept singing till he felt your body go limp and you purr slightly meaning you had fallen asleep. He knew you slept for a long time during the day. So he had time to slip into work tell his boss he was taking some hybrid days (which is just like sick leave because hybrids are so common that people get paid days off from work to look after them)

When you awoke to an empty room you felt cold as you relised that jugkook had gone to work. So you got up and headed into the kitchen to see your meal he always made you before he left sitting on the bench in your bowl that had kitten printed on it in Pink writing. He really did treasure you. You ate in silence until you heard the door slam shut and heavy footsteps to the kitchen. You hopped off the stool and hid under the table scared someone had broken in. When you saw the intruders legs you tensed and bought your tail up to cover your face.

The sound that followed confused you. You heard plastic bags rattling and someone opening the fridge putting things inside.

A small squeak left your lips as the intruder dropped something on the floor and bent down to pick it up.

“Kitten?” You heard Jungkooks confused voice and uncovered your eyes to see him looking at you smiling “kitten what are you doing under there, are you okay?” He asked reaching his hand out. You took his hand and climbed out from under the table hugging him close

“You scared me Kookie,” you sighed breathing in his scent.

“Sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean too. I thought you’d still be asleep so I went to get some groceries,” he said patting your head softly watching as his movements caused your ears to twitch and his hand fluffing your white hair.

You smiled and helped him unpack the groceries he’d bought when your eyes landed on some salmon stakes

You purred excitedly causing Jungkook to look over at you grinning as he made his way over to you.

“I thought I’d treat you to your favourite dinner tonight?” Jungkook smiled

“Why?” You inquired

“Because, you’ve been very pouty recently and I want to try and cheer you up. So I took a week off work and bought you all your favourite foods. So we can cuddle and eat as much as possible,” Jungkook beamed

“Jungkook,” you whispered looking at your feet pouting sadly

“Hey now Y/n,” he said lifting your chin “won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” He said scratching behind your ear with his other hand.

“You’re so good to me Jungkook. I don’t deserve it,” you said pouting looking away from his intense gaze

“You are so amazing you have no idea how lucky I am to have found you,” he said cupping your cheek with his hand. Your gaze lifted to his eyes and you noticed him smile and rub his thumb over your cheek soothingly

“Come on, let’s go watch a movie,” he smiled taking your hand and pulling you into the lounge where he sat flicking on a movie to watch and sat next to him. Your head on his lap. His fingers combed through your white hair.

“You know Y/n?” Jungkook started and you looked up at him

“I think naturally your hair colour is (y/h/c)” he smiled

“Why do you say that?” You inquired

“The roots of your hair have always been that colour. I think if you where fully human you would have that coloured hair” he smiled down at you.

If only you where fully human...

Hours passed of cuddling and eating when picked your body up in his arms bridal style

“Kookie?” You questioned

“I think it’s time for bed,” he smiled sweetly

“I can walk you know,” you chuckled. He nodded smiling at you as he walked into his room. Odd you thought. I normally sleep in my room.

“Would you like to cuddle tonight?” Jungkook asked as he set you on the floor.

You nodded and smiled happily.

“Aww, there is the smile I love,” he smiled squeezing your hand

“I’ll just go put my pjs on,” you said walking out of the room to get changed.

Climbing into bed with Jungkook is the best feeling ever. He had you laying ontop of him as he rubbed your back. You tail fell between your legs and landed on his thighs.

“I love cuddling with you kitten,” he smiled at your purring self

You looked up at him beaming so hard you had your eyes closed he chuckled lowly. You placed your head in the crook of his neck leaving soft kitten licks and kisses to show affection the way hybrids tend to. Especially cat hybrids.

But to your shock you felt his lips press to your neck softly lingering.

Your head shot up to look at him with wide eyes. A simple small smiled played on his lips and his eyes studied your face with affection in his eyes.

“You are so beautiful y/n,” he smiled as he bought his lips to softly brush against yours as he spoke.

He finally closed the gap. Your lips molding together perfectly as you kissed.

You broke away a massive smile on your face.

“I’m sorry kitten. But I can’t take it anymore. I love you so so much y/n”

Unable to process properly you settled for kissing him again. This time purring as you did so. His hands held you tight to his body.

“I love you too Jungkook,” you smiled playing with his hair

As you both settled down in bed ready to go to sleep Jungkook asked “why have you been so sad recently,”

You smiled and looked up at him again in the dark. Which your eyes glowed softly as you spoke “because, I wasn’t able to kiss you when I wanted, I didn’t think you loved me,” you said kissing his nose

“I don’t just love you, I worship you,” he said before passing out from exhaustion

Sweet dreams tonight. And forever

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The Best Present Awards

Summary: @spnaddict11283 asked: Well, if you wanted a suggestion... my birthday is next Friday. Maybe a fic where it's the readers birthday and Dean didn't know, but Sam or Cas told him? (Deanxreader btw. And maybe they're in a relationship?) If not that's fine, just a suggestion!!  btw, smut it pretty cool *wink wink* Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas Word Count: 3375 (Yeah, I got lost in this one for a bit) Warnings: Smut, fluff A/N: @spnaddict11283  I’m so SO sorry I’m a couple of days late with this!! This is my general failing as a human being. I hope you had an amazing birthday!! Now go enjoy it with Dean ;)  Unbetad so all mistakes (which there no doubt will be plenty of) are mine! Feedback always appreciated guys!

My Masterlist! ~ Dean and forever tags are open! ~

Your eyes slowly open as you hear the clunk of crockery being placed on your bedside table. You’re already alerted. It couldn’t be Dean. He never wakes up before you.

“Morning Sweetheart,” he cooed, his voice higher pitched than normal, “Don’t get up so fast! No rushing around for you today.” You narrow your eyes. He was chirpy. Too chirpy. You take a sip of your fresh coffee and sigh in content as the caffeine rushes to wake you. Then you turn back to the Winchester.

“What?” you smirk, “You’re saying you remembered this year?” Dean chokes on his words for a moment, “W-what? Is that what you really think of me?”

You lean back into your pillow with a chuckle. “Well I’m just going off your track record babe,” you wink, “Three years and you still haven’t remembered it.”

“Well I have this year!” his eyes are wide, his voice lacking the confidence he likely intended, “I-I got loads of stuff planned!”

“Hop to it then,” you fold your arms and blow him a kiss.

He quickly turned on his heels and practically ran through the door. You rolled your eyes, taking another sip. It honestly didn’t bother you when Dean forgot your birthday, it was lucky if he remembered anyones with all the stuff on their plates. You had to tease him though, it was just the right thing to do.

After finishing your morning pick me up you made yourself decent, swapping one of Dean’s old flannels for a black tee and skinny jeans. You grabbed your tattered old boots, your favorites. Boy, they had been through the wars though. The black leather was so scraped and battered it barely resembled leather anymore. The laces are torn and frayed. Rare a day went past that you didn’t wear them, but today marked one of those occasions. As you shoved your foot in, there was a loud rip sound and the leather finally gave way. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you whined, holding the boot on your foot with your toes poking out of the end. You take a moment, removing the boot and sitting helplessly, holding the limp scrap piece of animal hide in mourning. You begrudgingly settle for your Y/F/C converse. A trusty backup, but they could never be compared to the hard kick of a boot.

Finishing the last few lukewarm sips of your coffee, you venture out of your and Dean’s room. You drag your feet along the floor, they felt so light and almost naked without your trusty boots. They were expensive too...gonna be a while until you can replace them. Arriving in the main room, you spot Sam and Cas at the table waiting for you with big smiles.

“Y/N!” Sam cheers, coming to you with open arms. He wraps them around you like you’re being hugged by a huge cuddly yeti, “Happy birthday!” “Thanks,” you blush at the attention.

Cas follows suit, gripping you in a tight hug. When he eventually releases you, you spot two parcels wrapped on the table.

“Thank you guys,” you smile sweetly, trying to hide your schoolgirl giddiness at presents.

“This is from me,” Cas picks up the smaller parcel of the two packages and passes it to you, “I...uh...wasn’t sure what to get. This came highly recommended.” You rip off the plain paper to reveal a jar. The contents inside were black and a large sticker plastered on the front said, Yankee Candle, then a big picture of a night’s sky with a full moon, underneath that it read, Midsummer’s Night. “A Yankee candle!” you cheer, genuinely surprised.

“Scented candles can induce a state of relaxation,” Cas expanded, “I feel this could help you relax when you return from a hunt.”

“That’s really sweet,” you smile at the angel, “Thank you Castiel.”

The angel smiles, shuffling his feet. Sam now thrusts the second parcel towards you, a big square one.

“I hope you like it,” he smiles genuinely. “Let’s see!” you beam, tearing into your second gift.

Your ripping reveals a huge leather-bound book with silver gilded pages. The words The Complete Fiction of HP Lovecraft are beautifully designed on the cover. You take a moment to stare, somewhat dumbfounded.

“Wow…” you mumble, flicking through the silver pages.

“You seem to like your horror stories,” Sam shrugged, “So I thought I’d load you up with some classics.” “This is amazing Sammy,” you close the book and turn to him with a smile, “Thank you so much.”

“Your welcome,” he nods, clearly happy with the reception to his gift, “You want a coffee?” “Dean already made me one,” you reply, “But one more wouldn’t go amiss.” “On it,” he gets to his feet and heads for the kitchen. “Where is Dean anyway?” you shout after him, “I thought he was in here with you guys?”

“He...uh...nipped out,” came your answer from the kitchen. “He really did forget didn’t he?” you turn your gaze to Cas. Who gave you sympathetic nod in reply. You fold your arms, you felt very happy and loved looking at the gifts before you. But it didn’t do much to hide the sting you felt towards Dean. If Sam and Cas can remember, why couldn’t he? Hell, why didn’t they remind him? They must have said something this morning for him to grovel with coffee and then run out. Now you felt guilty. Gifts are just materialistic at the end of the day. He brought you coffee in bed, that was sweet of him. You just wanted some time with him. You and Dean. Just having him in your life was all that mattered really.

When Sam returned with a fresh mug of coffee, a crash came from the bunker’s metal door. Dean came in, scurrying down the stairs with what appeared to be some fast food bags.

“Breakfast!” he announced, dropping the bags on the table, “The fast and greasy kind.” “Great,” Sam grimaced at the bags.

“Fine by me!” you cheer, grabbing one of the bags and claiming one of the sausage and egg muffins.

“A little special something for you too Sweetheart,” shoving a small bundle towards you. Something clearly bought with haste, wrapped in a brown paper bag, “Your favorite.” You narrow your eyes and unravel the bag, delving inside to reveal a packet of Twizzlers.

“Um…” you raise an eyebrow, “It’s...Red Vines that are my favorites…” “Oh…” Dean’s shoulders slump in defeat, “I thought you hated Red Vines…”

“Nope, its Twizzlers I hate…” you smile at him sympathetically, his face looked broken and that broke your heart, “Look. Don’t worry about it. You’re here and I just wanna spend the day with you, that’s all that matters.”

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“You’re taking me to the mall?” you questioned as he pulled the Impala into the carpark, “Dean, you know I hate shopping.”

“One of the things I adore you for,” Dean chuckles as he parks up and shuts the engine off, “‘cause I hate shopping too.” He leans to you and plants a quick peck on your forehead, you giggle and shove him away playfully.

“Then why are we here?” “You’re gonna pick something out. Anything you want. Then I’ll get it for you!”

“Dean, really, it doesn’t matter, can’t we just hang out together or something?” “It does matter! To me anyway. I’m not having my little brother win the best present award.”

“You’re an idiot Dean Winchester.” “Your adorable idiot. Now c’mon, most chicks would love their guy to give them free reign in the mall. Go!”

You sigh. Dragging yourself out of the car. You hated the mall. Too many people. Too much stuff. It was all very OTT to you. You aimlessly wandered, hands locked with Dean’s. He made you stop at clothing stores. Nothing interested you. You gave up on the luxury of fancy clothes when it dawned on you that they only get ruined when hunting. You had a small selection of nicer clothes for going out and such, but you mainly went to dive bars so was wary of being overdressed for that setting.  He tried you with jewelry stores, you scoffed. You rolled your eyes at the perfume boutique. Dean shook his head at you when you wanted to look in the bookstore, making some comment along the lines of “Sammy already checked that box”. Time passed, no success. Dean looked heartbroken that his plan wasn’t working. While doing a second lap of the mall something suddenly caught your eye. A small stand in the center of the walkway selling necklaces. Nothing fancy, just small metal pieces attached to a piece of black thread. “I like this…” you mumble, picking one out. It was simple, but that’s what drew you to it. A small metallic heart. “That?” Dean scoffed, “It’s like something a crappy teenage boyfriend would buy.” “It’s cute!” you protest, “I like it…”

“Then it’s yours I guess…” Dean shoved a hand into his pocket, grabbing some change and handing it to the vendor. You throw the necklace over your head and smile looking down at the little heart sitting on your chest.

“Thank you,” you stand on your tiptoes to reach up to him and have your lips find his. He reciprocates but gives a deep sigh when you break apart.

“C’mon, let’s get some food or something,” you take his hand and smile cheerfully.

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Your second fast food dish of the day. Burgers. You giggled when Dean’s eye lit up at the thought, especially when you suggested the possibility of pie for dessert. You were halfway through your burger, sat in the mall’s food court when Dean had finished his. “It’s like you’ve never been fed,” you chuckle as Dean sits back in the chair in undeniable food comfort. “Nah, you just eat horrifically slowly,” he joked, “Actually...um...do you mind if I just run off for a sec? I need to grab something while I’m here.”

“Oh…” you tilt your head in curiosity, “What is it?”

“Nothing major, just wanna stock up on some supplies we’re low on, I won’t be long.” “Okay, don’t leave me alone here forever or I might kill someone.” “Noted.”

He gives you a wink, before getting to his feet and taking off. You enjoy the view as he leaves, embracing the knowledge that you know what hides beneath them baggy jeans. You turn your attention back to your burger when he’s out of sight. Readying a huge bite when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. Hey Y/N, hope you’re having a good day. Just letting you know me and Cas are heading out. So...if you wanna get anything out of your system, please do it now so I haven’t gotta listen to it later? Sam.

“Jerk,” you mutter, shaking your head with a laugh and not even dignifying the text with a response. Part of you wanted to hold out until later now just to make Sam suffer for that text. The temptation of an empty bunker though...

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“About time!” you shout when Dean finally reappears. “Sorry, I dropped the stuff off at the car first,” he panted, seems like he’d rushed his way back over here, “So what d’ya wanna do now?” “Well... a little bird told me that the bunker currently lies unoccupied,” you whisper, eyes darkening.

“Oh yeah?” he grins, pulling you to your feet and into his embrace. His arms wrapped around your hips and hands grabbing your ass.

“Public place Dean,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Like I give a damn.”

“Why don’t we head on back, stick some Netflix on and just….chill?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

You giggle and shove him back before grabbing his hand and hastily jogging back to the Impala.

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You crash through your bedroom door, Dean holding you up on his hips. Your legs wrap around him tightly while your lips continue to crash and collide with each other. He drops you on the bed, making you squeal at the sudden drop in altitude. Looking up at him, you can see he’s already removing his shirt. You fold your arms behind your head. “Enjoying the show?” he teases. “Damn right I am,” you smirk. He unbuckles his belt, the jingling of the metal echoing and bouncing off the walls, “Do I not get a show?” “Maybe. It’s my birthday after all though,” you stick out your tongue, “Why don’t you take them off for me?” Dean didn’t need telling twice. He straddles you on the bed, his belt and jeans left hanging open invitingly. He pulls you up to a sitting position, grabbing the bottom of your t-shirt and bringing it up and over your head. The cold air of the bunker hitting your skin makes goosebumps rise up. His arms wrap around you as he moves to unclasp your bra, bringing much-appreciated warmth with them. You knew you wouldn’t be cold for long however. He lays you back down after freeing your breasts from the bras confinement. Kissing you again, his tongue grazing your lips in an ask for entrance. You welcome it, gasping as he simultaneously thumbs one of your hard nipples. Your hand rakes up the back of his dirty blonde hair, clutching at a clump of it. You sigh deeply as you feel your body starts to come alive. Every sense became heightened and you could already feel your head starting to become light. He parts his lips from yours, moving them to your other nipple, twirling his tongue around it before sucking hungrily. You feel your core tremble with pleasure, no doubt soaking your pants.

“Dean…” you gas with a smile, “What about the rest of my show?”

He looks up at you, his green eyes darkening lustfully. “You’ll be patient that’s what,” he jokes, sliding down to your jeans and unbuttoning them. You raise your hips, allowing him to pull them down and off of you. You squeal again with laughter when he hastily grabs your ankles and pulls you down the edge of the bed. He kneels down, throwing your legs over his shoulders. “Oh god…” you sigh, feeling his hot breath over your entrance. He runs a finger down your slit, sending small jolts of electricity through you. You buck slightly at the sensation, and you hear him hum happily at his teasing. He strokes your clit, going in little circles which makes your start and writhe and clench at the sheets. You feel his fingers start to open you up, and his warm tongue enters slowly. He starts with small simple strokes, then starts to build up the pace. Twisting and turning so he brushes every angle of your walls. You can’t suppress your moans, impossible with Dean’s tongue taking you on a pleasurable ride to bliss. He moves his tongue to your clit, flicking, twirling and sucking. He brings two fingers inside of you, curving them to reach your g-spot and rub against it perfectly and forcefully. “Fuck…” you groan, clenching your eyes shut and trying to suppress your gasping. “Come for me baby,” he mumbles, his voice low. The words alone drive you crazy as you feel your coil tightening. “I’m so close,” you gasp again, your legs involuntarily twitching on his shoulders as you can feel any sense of control starting to leave you. He quickens the pace, taking you over the edge. You cry out his name as you come, he laps you up, tongue back inside you which keeps you going for even longer. “Fuck…” you gasp as you start to come back down, but you were far from done yet, “Dean...I…” You don’t need to finish your sentence as Dean was already throwing his jeans to the floor. His cock standing hard and ready for you. With a low grunt, he climbs back on you, trailing kisses all up your body until you are face to face. Your tongues meet once more as you scratch your nails down his back making him growl in want. You reach a hand down and start massaging his tip, spreading the pre-cum around the head and line him up with you. He clenches his jaw while he slowly eases in. You arch your back so he can go deeper, moaning as he stretches you and you adjust to him. He kisses your neck while he starts to pull back and harshly thrust back in again. You cry out, throwing your head back on the pillow while he continues to do this, gradually building up momentum. “Ugh,” he grunts, sending new tingles down your spine as he starts to pant and get into rhythm. You start bucking your hips, every thrust in filling you as you tighten yourself around him. You reach up and start to kiss his neck, making him grunt again at the new sensation. A harsh breath escapes him, you find yourself crashing back down to the pillow as Dean grabs your wrists and pins you down with one hand, the other going back to clit. You clench at the bed frame unable to keep your breathing steady as Dean starts to fuck you hard, whilst thumbing away at your clit. “Oh god,” you whine, feeling your coil begin to tighten once again. “F-fuck,” Dean hisses through clenched teeth, before burying his head into your shoulder as his thrusts started to lose rhythm and become erratic.    You can feel his hot breath coating your skin as he heavily pants while he gets closer. You can feel your body start to shake as he hurls you over the edge for the second time. Vision going white, you can barely hear your moans through the pleasure. “UGH!” Dean moans, hard thrusting into you one more time and holding himself there while you feel his come coating all inside you.

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“Well…we didn’t even get around to putting Netflix on,” you giggle. Both of you still laid in bed recovering. Dean had an arm wrapped around your shoulders while you rested your head on his chest. “Who needs Netflix when you just want the chill?” he smirks, “I need to get up…” He starts to shuffle, and move, making you whine, “Really? Why?” “Just give me a minute,” he gives you a wink before throwing on some boxers and his long grey robe, “Don’t go anywhere.” “Trust I’m not moving anytime soon,” you laugh in reply as he leaves. You grab your laptop, logging onto Netflix and readying the next episode of Stranger Things for his return. This was all you wanted. Just you and Dean to have the day to yourselves and hang out. The cute little necklace around your neck was a bonus, but you needed nothing more. “Hey,” Dean smiles on re-entering, a large bag in his hand, “Here.” He drops the bag on the bed before you. You sit up, raising an eyebrow in suspicion as you look at the shoe shop brand printed on the side. “The hell is this?” you ask, glaring at the Winchester. “I may have lied earlier when I said I was just going for some supplies,” he explained, “But...I couldn’t help but notice your favorite boots were completely destroyed so….” “No way…” you mumble, wide-eyed removing a large box from inside the bag. “So I figured you needed some replacements…” he sits himself down next to you. Opening the box, the most beautiful pair of boots you’d ever seen sat before you. Polished black leather, sturdy metal buckles, the toes even seemed to be steel capped to add an extra bite to any kick. “Dean they’re perfect…” you whisper, almost welling up. “They’re just boots,” he shrugs. “Yeah but…” you wipe your eyes, trying to avoid getting too emotional, “Well...they’re better than a damn packet of Twizzlers!” “Better than a crappy book and a smelly candle I think,” he jokes.

You elbow him in the ribs playfully before pulling him down into a deep kiss. “Did I do good?” he asks with a wink, “Did I win the best present award?” You laugh ridiculously before looking him deep into those green eyes, “God damn, I love you, Dean Winchester.”

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Me and sis watched Cyborg 009 Legend of the Super Galaxy SUPER LONG POST

Ayyyyy LMAO we back it again! PLEASE PREPARE FOR A SUPER LONG POST! 

First off the Olympics look good this year~!

Jet....WHAT ARE YOU SITTING ON!?

This will be the first of MANY lovely pictures of Albert’s smiling face~

*angry German noises* *shocked french noises* *cute Russian baby noises*

Albert is just like I was when I was a little girl. I sit on the arm of the sofa not the actual cushions. Stay young at heart you amazing man!

“GUYS MY FAVORITE SHOW IS ON!!!” :D

The husbands are concerned!!!

“Jr. you have done me good, now fly my child. Send my love to my darling back home.”

“I did not raise that boy to send love letters via pigeon.,,where did I go wrong?”

“Look Sausage or whatever your name was...the bird we gave you is not real...he died yesterday...your holding a stuffed animal..I’m sorry.”

Space Captain Harlock (2013) looks good!

NOW FOR LOVELY PICTURES WITH JET

So far everything looks good...

JET WHAT IS WITH THAT LOOK?!?!

The Jet spam is over for now, now let’s see how Joe is doing.

“Franny for the love of GOD I’M NOT GOING TO BUY THAT SEASHELL OFF YOU FOR 160 BELLS!!!”

Franny found out about Joe and Albert’s relationship...I don’t think she took it well.

TO THE S.S.49, SHE MAY BE A SMALL SHIP BUT SHE WILL KEEP ME SAFE!

“Dr.Gilmore...I’m sorry...but I’m gay. Me and Franny would never have worked...please get off.”

Jet are you OK?! XD Did you throw out your back!?

“Dad I threw out my back!”

“Jet stop, your not old enough to have a bad back.”

OK. OK. Chang’s face when looking at his husband being silly is PRECIOUS!

IT’S. SO. FREAKING. CUTE!!!!!!!

The Mummy (1999) starring GB as the Mummy.

Remember if your in a scary situation, hug the nearest Geronimo Jr. because he will protect you. He is the Teddy Bear in the group after all. Sweet and cuddly, but big and intimidating.

BOOP, congratulations you now have been blessed by the wise birb or New York!

ANOTHER BLESSED PHOTO! Happiest puppy around~

“JET I TOLD YOU TO TURN THE FLASH OFF!!!”

When Cyborgs party too hard!

Star Trek (1966)

“Well that there looks like a real big problem ya got there on the ship there, I tell ya what. YEEHAW!”

Albert ARE YOU OK!?

The Cyborgs have partied way too much yet again!

ADORABLE!!

Albert looks so proud of Joe, like “Look at my beautiful lover over there being such a hero!”

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) starring Joe!

“Sorry Joe, but I think Dads asleep.”

“zzzzzz...no i...i’m not a...an owl...zzzzzz”

“Albert honey, that right over there is the exact spot I want you to do me at.”

“Joe...I hate to tell you this but you just pointed to a rock...I can’t do that.”

This was the last time Albert ever played Fire Emblem.

There was a part here in the movie when Albert and Joe got separated for a split second. It’s adorable how Albert looked for Joe then he popped outta nowhere. Only to run at Albert happy to see him! >w<

ALBERT!!! :D

OH GOD WHAT DID I STOP AT!?

“Look lady it’s like I told the Dr. I am GAY please stop hitting on me.”

SAD BIRB

SOMEONE SAY PIZZA?!

Sie sind das Essen und Wir sind die Jaeger!

Jet wants your dog and he WILL HAVE THAT DOG!

PRECIOUS BOI!

This whole segment with Joe and this Lady was funny, because Albert looks so jealous! XD

“Dad! Joe is getting chummy with the alien chick...aren’t you mad or jealous?”

“I’M NOT JEALOUS AT ALL.”

“Welp there goes my parents...just when they were having such a good relationship!”

The new Five Nights at Freddy’s looks good! O,O

What a beautiful picture of Albert..wait you have EYELIDS!?! YOU CAN SHUT YOUR EYES!?

The most manly arm wrestling match ever~

“Joe darling, if I may ask would you like to have dinner later? I’ll cook....”

“Franny please keep your moaning and groaning down, I’m trying to talk about dinner plans.”

Joe helping his husband after he get injured!

All jokes aside this WHOLE ENTIRE PART OF THE MOVIE ALWAYS GETS ME IN TEARS...

Jet misses his Dad and is so heartbroken over it!!!

Even Joe is super upset about it!

Look at his face, poor baby is very much in pain at the loss of Albert!!

My heart is broken and I am dead inside.

“OH DAD WHY!? WHY DID Y HAVE TO GO!?”

*ANGELIC SINGING* HE LIVES!!!

“Dad you are alive my family is back together!!!”

Albert is so happy to be alive!

It’s all thanks to Joe for caring deeply for him!

“Thanks to your love Joe, love has conquered death and I AM ALIVE!”

And so we end on this angel smiling and winking!

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Sweet Kisses and Good Feelings

Word count: 3950

Genre: Fluff, romance

Author’s Note: Here’s a small fic I’ve been working on for a little. Based on an alternate universe if Stiles didn’t get taken by the ghost riders AKA the same night he kissed Lydia Martin on the cheek.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski / Lydia Martin

Lydia, you’re so smart. I could kiss you right now.

That’s all she’s been thinking of. The sound of his voice trapped inside her head, repeating the same thing over and over again. Being said in different forms and patterns in her mind, but mainly in her heart. Lydia was tucked comfortably in her bed, wearing a loose fitted grey shirt with a pair of black and white checkered flannel shorts. She turned her body to the right, lying on the cheek Stiles had kissed only a few hours ago. Just after Lydia had figured out the new supernatural threat; The Wild Hunt. And that was his little way of praising her intelligence.

She placed a hand over her right cheek, slowly dragging it down until the tip of her fingers got buried in the dimple on her face. She could still feel it. Even if it was just for a second, she could still feel his soft lips on her face. If she closed her eyes, she could even hear the little “MUAH” sound he made as he kissed her. She really didn’t quite understand it, why such a small action had this much of an effect on her. She knew she was falling in love with the boy more and more each day but it was only a peck, and it wasn’t even on the lips. She still hates to admit to herself that she had loved her abuser. She shared many intimate moments with Jackson, some too intimate to even think about. Wishing those moments could be permanently erased. Now she was sitting up in her queen sized bed, trying to figure out why the small moment she had with Stiles tonight felt just as intimate as sex. Lydia Martin, the girl with an IQ of 170, couldn’t seem to come up with an answer. And maybe that’s how it was meant to be. Her intelligence was a gift, while even enhancing her supernatural powers. But when it came to love, maybe she knew nothing at all. Maybe she’s been basing this off of amateurs luck for years. But all her feelings feel so real. Realer than anything she’s ever experienced. And she hasn’t felt like this in such a long time too. There have been smaller moments though, where she felt the connection between her and Stiles strengthen. But tonight really hit her, fast and hard. Even in her past, she’s never felt so giddy and warm about something so minor in detail. She felt like an idiotic 12 year old schoolgirl, reacting to her first kiss. Thank God Stiles ran off to Scott before seeing her reaction. She turned her body around to face him as he left. And she remained frozen in place, smiling and blushing as he spastically ran off in a dorky way. She obviously found it cute.

What she loved the most about all of this, was his compulsive need to never follow orders. And yet she found herself feeling thankful. Her nerves took over once she heard the words “kiss you” come out of his mouth. Initially the words following came out as “do not kiss me” when she really meant to say the complete opposite. When she really wanted to say, “I love you”. I’m in love with the dork? I’m in love with a dork?! I’m in love with Stiles Stilinski?! If her thoughts could get any louder, someone could walk into her room and hear her. Lydia giggled to herself, falling backwards into her big cushiony blankets as her arms spread out like angel wings. She rested her eyes up to the ceiling, feeling herself smile to the point where it began to hurt. Where her cheeks felt like collapsing in on itself. She felt so warm and fuzzy though, like a thousand butterflies were tickling her insides all at once. It was a good feeling. “I’m in love with Stiles Stilinski.” It felt just as good to say it. She knew for quite a while already, but this was the first time she actually said it in words. Her attempt to fall asleep was pointless; her heart was practically beating out of her chest.

Wow nothing has ever felt this good. Will I ever feel this good again? She thought to herself. The event replayed itself once more in her head, like she had purposely broken the pause button in her mind. It was starting to feel a bit like déjà vu, but nothing that would drive her completely out of her mind.

Lydia’s loud thoughts suddenly got interrupted by an even louder bang on her bedroom window. “What the hell?!”

She got up from her bed, cheeks still flushed as she popped the window open. “Stiles, I gave you a key for a reason.” The boy threw his arms over the ledge, aiming to land on her couch against the wall. “I know, but I saw the lights on downstairs” he replied, still struggling to make his way inside.

Lydia rolled her eyes, “Yeah so? It’s my mom putting tomorrow’s biology test together.”

He fell onto her couch, and then tumbled off onto her carpeted floor in a not so graceful way. He quickly stood up, bobbing his head back and forth “Exactly! I’m her first class in the morning. If she knew I came here instead of getting a good night sleep… well, she would kill me!”

She nodded in agreement; he did make a fair point.

 She was acting annoyed and tired from his random presence in the middle of the night, it was almost like a reflex, but really she couldn’t have been happier that he showed up.

“What happened to your cheeks?” he asked.

She quickly threw her hands up covering both sides of her face, as her eyes grew wider and more aware. “What do you mean?”

He moved his head at another angle, trying to see her cheeks through the spaces between her fingers. “Your cheeks… they’re completely flushed.”

“Oh well…” she froze trying to come up with a lie until he finished the sentence for her. “Did Scott send you that funny puppy video as well?”

She released a subtle breath, nodding and smiling she replied “Yeah! That’s exactly it!”

He laughed, folding his arms across his chest “well, it was a cute video.”

Lydia smiled. There was just something about the way Stiles looked right now. The sleeves of his black and grey flannel cuffed over his wrist, wearing these perfectly fitted khakis, with the slight use of gel in his messy- thick hair. He looked smaller, but not in height. More in an exhausted, cuddly kind of way. She gave him a heart- eyed stare, but not for too long to the point where he would notice.

She finally pulled out of her trance to ask the obvious question, “so why are you here?”

Stiles dropped his shoulders and brought his chin in looking offended. “Wow, so you don’t enjoy my company?”

Lydia raised an eyebrow, “not when your company wakes me up three nights in a row” she quickly fired back. “Besides, we already figured out it’s the Wild Hunt. Can’t we just deal with all of this tomorrow?”

“Lydia! People can be getting taken okay!… People can be dieing actually. And we have all the answers right here.”

She squinted her eyes in confusion “What are you talking about?”

Stiles attempted to throw his bag over his back the first time. When it got tangled in his arms he began to furiously rip it off his shoulders.

Lydia watched as he viciously fought the inanimate object. “Oh- my… I’m just gonna… yeah” she threw her hands up in the air, rolling her eyes from his stupidity. She sat back down on her bed, crossing her legs.

“I’m talking about this” he said, as he poured 4 heavy text books and 10 loose papers out in front of her.

Lydia took a long hard stare at the books. He must have worked his ass off over the last 4 hours, but he was so good for doing it. He’s always so determined to figure it out, even before anything bad happens. He just keeps digging and digging, like an unhealthy obsession until it ends up saving a life or two. And it makes her swell of joy inside, that she gets to help him do that. That Stiles is so much of a good guy, he actually has the initiative to stay on top of the whole supernatural Fiesta and school work. She loved his dedication to it all.

Stiles sat crossed legged on the floor, leaning his arms over the edge of her bed. As Lydia rolled onto her stomach, sticking her bare feet in the air. He gave her a couple minutes to go through the history books.

After flipping through the first one, she looked up to his sleepy face resting in his folded arms. She quietly laughed and shook her head. “Oh crap. I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight aren’t I?”

“Nope.” He replied, matching the smile on her face with his.

Lydia playfully rolled her eyes back, as she handed him one of the textbooks to take notes on. “you know I don’t understand how you do this every night.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this whole thing. How you research new supernatural threats, how you’re able to finish your homework before school, how you get sleep. Or how you occasionally drive us around to go monster hunting, and somehow end up with a full tank of gas in the morning. I just don’t get it? Aren’t you constantly tired, or stressed, or…”

“…Anxious.”

She paused. Almost feeling his every emotion through one word. “Anxious? About what?”

Stiles lifted his head off his arms, yawning a little bit. “Look I don’t want to dive into the full thing tonight Lydia. But just anxious about you know… things like losing my friends, losing my family, losing someone I care about the most.” He found himself staring at her eyes a bit too long after saying the last reason.

He could see the worry starting to form through her eyes and crooked smile. He had to keep this light and fun, and definitely didn’t want to turn this into a depressing hour. “Oh and being a werewolf”

Lydia sunk her chin in, “What?”

“Yeah didn’t you know? I’m a werewolf now, Scott bit me like 3 nights ago so now I have all this super power. But we haven’t exactly told the pack yet, it’s still a secret. So shhhhhh.”

She flicked his forehead laughing “Oh shut up. I couldn’t buy that even if you pulled it out of your ass.”

“But maybe I kinda did pull it out of my ass, just now.” He started laughing.

“Oh screw off” she pushed him off balance and he swayed onto his back. She noticed the silvery 0.5 mm pen he was holding in his hand, and got up from her bed. “Wait a minute? Is that my pen? My GOOD pen!?”

Stiles looked frightened to say yes, but it was funny to see her get all angry and adorable. So he said it. “Uhhhh, yeah. I think it is.”

She crossed her arms, thumping her foot in an annoyed fashion. “I’ve been looking for that pen all week. It’s my best one.”

He tried to pull off an innocent smile “well, I kind of borrowed it in second period when you went to the washroom and forgot to put it back.”

“Ahem. You mean you stole it…”

“Mistook it.” He quickly interrupted.

“While I went to the washroom… and then you kept it purposely hoping I wouldn’t notice.”

Stiles slowly began backing up to her closet door on his knees as she angrily walked closer towards him. She looked so cute but deadly at the same time. “Haha, yeah. Well see, you kind of just said another variation of what I said. So-”

“Stiles…” she walked up even closer to him

“I saw this exact pen brand from Walmart the other day. I’ll buy you 50 packs if you want.”

“But I want this one!” She tried snatching the pen out of his left hand, but caught off balance when he quickly switched it to his right. Catching her by the wrist before she fell and hurt herself.

“Well you’re a little too short for this one.” He replied as he stood up towering a head over her.

She jumped as high as she could get, only being able to reach his forearm. “Stiles! Give me my-” she jumped again. “give me my fricken-” she jumped the third time. “Stiles!!’ she jumped the fourth time. “Oh that’s it.”

He snickered to himself, being amused by her non stop attempt to take the pen. He got to admit to herself, the girl did have some dedication. “Okay well now I feel bad, I guess I’ll give-”

He was shortly cut off by her sudden light weighted jump on his back. “Woah what?!” He spun in a circle, being caught off guard but now holding her by her thighs.

“Stiles I want my pen! Give me my pen!” She continued struggling to stretch her arms to his hand. If anything it was even worst now, she had a better chance of getting it while her feet were still planted on the ground.

Stiles continued laughing, spinning both of them in circles. Making everything more complicated.

Natalie could hear all the thumping going on in her daughter’s room. She knew it had to be Stiles, but truthfully she didn’t have enough energy to go upstairs and yell at those two kids. She still had at least fifty more questions to write out, and make a hundred more copies. She’d probably fall asleep to them shattering the windows and punching a hole through the roof.

Lydia continued struggling to reach for his hand, until she just sunk her arms over his body and rested her head on his shoulder. She could clearly hear him giggling. “Do you think this is funny? Huh? Do you really think this is funny.”

Stiles tried putting on a straight face as he turned his head to the left. “Hmmm, no. Not- ugh… not at all.” He started laughing hysterically a few seconds later. The laugh ran throughout his entire body, even she could feel herself bobbing up and down on his back. Until he accidently dropped the pen.

They both stared off into the distance at the clean silvery pen rolling on the floor, only two metres away. She was frozen while still clinging tightly onto his neck, as tiny baby hairs fell to the front of her face. Stiles’ jaw dropped, still holding her small thighs to his waist.

This was her advantage point. With the use of perfect timing and surprise, she hopped off his back and began sprinting towards her pen. It was unbelievable. She hasn’t felt this childish since she was five, fighting some other five year old bitch for the last barbie doll in the store. She bent down and grabbed it, running towards her bed for safety. But Stiles caught up to her, bear hugging her before she was even close to victory.

Lydia unexpectedly got pulled from behind, hitting her back against Stiles’ upper front body. This boy would not give up. She screwed around with him a bit, moving the pen from left to right, and up and down. His arms were practically wailing every which way. She felt like a little kid, but hadn’t had such idiotic fun in a while. As for him, he already was an idiotic man child. Every single day.

Stiles wrapped his arms around her lower waist, restricting the movement of her hands as well. As she leaned her head back against the front of his shoulder.

They both couldn’t stop laughing, which filled the room with so much noise and clatter. Struggling with each other only made it messier. His hair was now knotted, and ungelled. While her hair was still neat, but the fast movements caused all of her baby hairs to fly up.

Lydia broke out of his grip causing her to fall back into his chest, as his left arm naturally wrapped around her tummy to stop her fall. His foot tripped up on one of the textbooks laying on the ground. And he fell back onto the couch to the side of the wall, pulling Lydia along as she landed on top of him.

They continued play wrestling for the pen. Stiles’ right arm was now trapped under her neck, while her left arm was stuck under the side of his torso. With their available arm and hand, Stiles attempted to take it while she was struggling to hold it back. He started tickling her tummy which made her curl into him closer, laughing. When her hand got close enough, he quickly grabbed her wrist.

She leaned in closer to him laughing, then all of a sudden everything just stopped. They both stopped moving, and talking.

Lydia slowly lifted her head up, to see that he was already looking down at her. Their faces were now only inches apart, as he was still holding onto her small wrist. No words were spoken, but their eyes said everything they needed to know. Three inches apart, Stiles gulped as his eyes dropped to her lips then back up to her eyes. She didn’t break contact with him, but was breathing heavily making his eyes flutter. Two inches apart, their breathing slowed down, both of them so close to just closing their eyes and leaning forward. One inch apart, their noses rubbing against each other, her eyes fluttering to finally close. Their lips craving to engulf each other already. Ten centimetres apart, she felt her bottom lip brush against the outer layer of his top. Taking in one last deep breath, ready to finally go in this time. Then a loud knock on her door pulled them apart immediately, as their heads turns quickly towards the sound. “Lydia, are you still awake? I hope Stiles isn’t still there!” Natalie yelled from outside her room. Lydia looked to the clock on her wall and whipped her head back around to Stiles. “Oh my God! It’s four in the morning.” Stiles’ eyes grew wider “when the hell did that happen?” Lydia got up from the couch and started packing his text books in a hurry. “I don’t know, but you need to leave- NOW!” He got up from her couch, and quickly fell back into it when she threw his heavy backpack right at him. “Oh God. Sorry” she ran over to him pulling him up by his hands. “No worries, it barely hurt” he replied with a grunt. He turned around, as she helped put his bag onto his shoulders. She grabbed his arms and turned him around to make him face her front. She re tightened the straps for him and pulled out his crumpled flannel from beneath since it was bothering her. “Lydia? Sweety I hope you’re sleeping and that’s why you’re not answering.” Natalie said while still standing outside her door. “Okay Stiles, I really feel horrible to say this but you’re going to need to leave through the window.” He started walking to her window as she quickly followed behind him. “It’s okay, Scotts ladder is still on the wall.” He took a step down from her window sill, feeling the first step of the ladder with his right foot. “Okay I’m on it, close the blinds before your mom walks in.” “Okay, but first…” she quickly ran to the other side of the room and took the silver pen off her desk. She hurried back to the window and placed it in Stiles’ mouth, as his hands were currently unavailable. “You can keep it.” He closed his mouth on it and mumbled “thank-mmm- you” giving her a little wink. Lydia bent down to kiss him on the cheek while smiling. “Goodnight Stiles.” He nearly lost all feeling in his body, turning red in the face and not being able to hide it. She didn’t leave her window until she saw that he made it to the ground safely. Once he did, she turned around and started feeling warm. Holding onto her cheeks, and once again feeling that same feeling she felt before stiles even visited her tonight. Wondering what in the world she just done, but mainly wondering how she built the courage to kiss him. It felt like a natural thing to do though. She realized her mom was still standing outside so shut her blinds and hoped into the covers of her bed. “Come in mom.” Natalie walked in, looking at her suspiciously. “Where’s Stiles?” “What do you mean?” “Stiles? He’s here isn’t he?” “No?” “Then what was all that noise I heard before?” Lydia blankly stared at her mom, trying to come up with an excuse. “Oh- that was me tap dancing earlier.” “Since when do you tap dance?” “Since I found out it helps relieve stress.” She replied back in a snarky way. “Well okay then, get some sleep. School starts in…” Natalie stared down at her watch “about four hours… well I’ll go back downstairs and prepare all the coffee bags we’ll need in the morning…” Lydia laughed “Good plan mom. Did you finish writing the tests?” she asked, avoiding sleep because it was nearly impossible after what just happened.

Natalie walked over to the bed and sat down to join her daughter. “Yes and I’ve never been more stressed out in my entire teaching career.” “Well mom… you haven’t been exactly teaching for a long time so.” Natalie shook her head and laughed, brushing her daughter’s hair then kissing her head. “How has Stiles been?” “Wha- what do you mean?” Lydia asked nervously. “Stiles, you hang out with him everyday. How has he been?” “He’s fine mom. Why do you ask?” “I’m just worried about him. He’s a young man who shouldn’t be dealing with the amount of stress he puts on himself while he’s still in his last year of high school.” “Oh don’t worry about him, he finds a balance for everything. He even told me he’s 110% prepared for your test tomorrow morning.” Natalie smiled proudly. “I’m sure he is.” “Alright, I think I’m gonna try to get some sleep now. Goodnight mom.” She kissed her mom’s cheek “love you.” “Love you too.” Natalie replied. Hugging her daughter, then tucking her in before she left the room. And once again, Lydia found herself tucked comfortably in her bed, looking up to the ceiling. Thinking about what in the world had just happened. She wasn’t really sure if this was a dream, if it was…it had been a really good one. She pinched herself to make sure though. “Ow! Definitely real.”

Many thoughts crowded her mind at once. What was she going to do when she saw him the next day at school? In fact, what was she going to do when he picks her up right in the morning? Will they ever talk about what happened tonight? Will he tell Scott? Does he have a plan?

She shut herself up for thinking too hard. Instead she decided to enjoy the moment, and the feeling that came with it. She was so sure she would feel like this again, and it would be Stiles to make her do so.

That feeling where it felt like a swarm of butterflies were tickling her insides all at once. It was a good feeling.

[skitzydoom]

ChipKitty - Diary / matt-edd fanfic

it was the moment of pure friendship...I met him through an online game too. We were best buddy's always playing together after school.No matter what we did, we always had fun. i told him where i lived and on that day he never talked back..untill a week later. i heard a knock on my front door and i went over. i opened the door and saw an adorable guy right in front of my face. i blushed a bit and asked what he wanted. he looked down to a paper he had in his hand. he told me '' are you matthew? ''i felt my face heat up. this can't be,  it was my friend Edd!!  we talked and i invited him inside. he came all the way from another country just to visit me!!  he ended up staying....  days..... weeks....... months, untill he now lived with me. it was the best time we had..

one day he kissed me on the cheek when we played the game together, i felt as red as a tomato. i looked over to him and he was also red. he told me he loved me from the day we met in real..it made my heart skip a beat. i took him in my arms and kissed him on the lips. he tasted like cola, he also had very soft lips. he made the most adorable giggle... i nuzzled my nose against his. we spend that day lazily on the sofa. me hugging my smaller now boyfriend to my chest.it was like holding a teddybear as he was a little bit squishy. i loved every single part of him. we went on dates, we played together. met new friends. we did everything together.

the thing i loved the mostwas grocery shopping, he always hung on the cart while i pushed it forwards. i kissed his head while he putted a tray of cola cans in the cart. the suprised squeak he made made me chuckle, he hugged me....what was he warm then...  he looked up to me, his big emerald green eyes staring to my sky blue eyes  ''i love you so much, my lovely chipkitty'' he said to me. i was confused, chipkitty? a new nickname.  i laughed and asked him what he meant, what he said made me become red again '' the most, handsome, adorable, sweet, loving , caring, beautifull man i have''  he said. i chuckled and ruffled him over his head, we went outside, back to home. we lived together giving each other cute nicknames..  but chipkitty never returned. i wondered why..but i didnt question it. a few days later and i was crying..crying tears of joy, we were together with some friends in an attraction park..he went down on a knee and i gasped while people were watching us as he took out a ring. it was so beautifull. he asked me if i wanted to marry him..... he didn't use my name..... but 'chipkitty'' i squeeled as i said yes,hechuckled as he putted the ring on my finger al our friends celebrated.that day was wonderfull. the way home we were talking about how our marriage would be with friends family, everyone would come. Edd chuckled and it was so adorable... I took his hand in mine and we talked about the cake what would be ordered, one with two adorable figures on top.

When the day came and he stood at the altar, i came in a white suit while he wore a black one. My heart raced in my chest as i stepped onto the altar and he held my hands. He was smiling, such a beautifull adorable smile. when we said the ‘’i do’’ part we looked at each other and kissed when we were officially married.

i felt so happy but then.... everything went downhill, it went too fast, the building shook as a nearby bomb went off... Edd Pushed me aside and i fell onto the ground on my bum, i looked up in horror as the huge chandelier fell ontop of him...... crushing his small body.... instantly killing him,

i don’t know if i screamed or not.... but everything went slow, as people started trying to pull the chandelier off of him, someone tried to pull me up aswell... but i just kept sitting on the ground... looking to the red what covered my husband’s small body... i remembered what he said at the ‘’i do’’ part...... ‘’my lovely chipkitty...’’   my eyes watered and i broke down. I sobbed loudly,

i don’t even want to remember the funeral, dark... gloomy... raining and black...Days after that i kept on stopping with eating and drinking... it came to the point that the two friends had to live with me, to be able to feed me something. everything was so diffrent.... i was diffrent....

but i knew that edd didn’t want me to give up, so i moved on even if it hurted.. one day we went to the forest to take a walk, they wanted to let me clear my mind, but that didn’t helped as the two of them kept fighting. it was on that point i wanted to turn and leave, but i heard a small noise... without hesitation i went to it, even if they called my name, i didn’t turn back.

When i arrived at the noise i looked down to a falled tree, what layed on the wing of a small brown owl. i came closer, but it spooked the small guy. i moved slowly to it and to my suprise it stopped moving, i was able to help the little guy with my two friends. the tree rolled off of the little owl’s wing, but it was broken, so it didn’t fly away..

I was even more suprised when the little owl hopped to me, i reached my arms out and it even jumped into my arms.... the way home we went past the vet, they took care of the broken wing and gave him back to us telling us to care for him, not that i minded i finally had a purpose again, something that i wanted to do...

the days with the little guy were so fun, i took him everywhere as i didn’t wanted to leave him all alone in a cage... he wasn’t dangerous, he was sweet!. We went to get groceries and he sat on my shoulder, sleeping or cooing at people who stared at him.

the day came, when he could fly.... and we had to do what was natural, so we went in the car and brought him back to the forest where we setted him free... we went back as the little guy flew off... i kept looking out the window of the car, one moment i saw the little guy chasing the car, holding a flower in its beek. i told our friend to stop driving and he did, i hurried out the car and told the little guy he was free to go.... and he flew off after dropping the flower... i felt so lonely again. we came home and i went to the kitchen to get some food, i yelped as i saw the little guy as the window. he held even more flowers in his beek, even my favorites,

the owl didn’t want to leave, even if i tried day after day, so we decided to take it inside, so it could live with us. We gave the little guy his own nest to sleep in, a stick on the ceiling where it could swing around and much much more.

one day we played a game with the three of us, while the owl was watching us play. It was scrabble, both our friends just made words to mess with the other. i sighed as i putted down my letters and leaned back. At that moment the little owl flew down straight on the board, letters flew everywhere and the two friends groaned in anger. I just looked in curioustiy as the little guy started forming a .... word.... When the owl finished shuffling the letters, i felt my heart race, my sight got blurry and the two friends hurried to me to comfort me as i started to cry. they asked me what was wrong and i pointed to the word.  ‘’Chipkitty’’

i looked to the owl as it looked to me, those big emerald eyes staring back at my sky blue ones... i whispered ‘’edd’’ and the owl puffed up his feathers, cooing happily as he hopped around. more tears came down and i noticed that both our friends were silent... the owl... No, Edd looked to us and titled his head, cooing.

I took him in my arms and held him against myself, he wrapped his wings a bit around me and i felt complete again... it wasn’t the human edd i fell in love with, but he was back... in a small cuddly form....  he slept with me in the room we shared before, he slept on his pillow while i looked at his sleeping form. I gently stroked him over his feathers hearing him softly coo as he leaned into the touch. i chuckled... i love him so much.

One day we went outside in the rain, as we wanted to have a walk, me and edd and our two friends who still live with us. I looked at edd as he flew through the rain around trees in the forest. I smiled and stretches, letting the rain fall onto my face. i looked up as i didn’t feel the rain anymore, seeing him float above me. I laughed and gently patted him. Once again, bad thing happened and a strong storm suddenly overtook the weather, a strong wind blew edd away from us. I ran after him but i couldn’t find him.  I ended up being seperated from the two others aswell. i called for any of them but i just couldn’t find them. A big flash of lightning struck a tree and it fell down, Straight towards me... When i turned and saw it comming to me, i thought that that was it, this was my end... But in the corners of my eye, i saw what looked like an angel. i closed my eyes, feeling something push me to the ground, but it was soft. I opened my eyes a while later seeing a bright light and i saw him.,. My lovely edd, as a human!! he smiled so lovely, i placed my hand on his cheek to feel if he was real and he was.. i felt myself tear up again. ‘’edd?? are we both dead?’’  i said in a sad tone but he just shook his head and chuckled. it was then that out friends came calling out my name. They stopped as they saw edd.... they then yelled edd’s name too. I moved up and looked to edd, taking his form in. he was human..... everything of him was human.... except for the big brown Owl wings on his back. we went home after i hugged edd for almost an hour... or two...

Edd, our two friends and me in one house.... living together... my life was once again whole, we even redid our marriage, explaining to everyone what happened.... and everyone was so happy... having edd back. This time no accidents occured... I was so happy.  now at this moment, as i’m writing this up, he lays on the sofa sleeping from a huge gaming night, i have one hand on his head while writing with the other... our two friends sleep against each other on the other sofa they share, it’s so cute!!  It’s so scary, rereading this story and finishing writing it... what will happen in the end? i won’t know... but for now, believe me if i say this

I am the most happy Husband to live right now!!

Yours Truely,

- ChipKitty

[lurkerdelima]

85 question meme

I was tagged by @flintvane (thank you!) and I'm too lazy/hungover to tag anyone else, woo!

THE LAST

1. Drink: Coffee! Strong and black.

2. Phone call: My doctor’s office, I have an appointment coming up.

3. Text message: My husband last night, texting me from another room of the house (lol Millennial marriage).

4. Song you listened to: “Thunder,” Imagine Dragons

5. Time you cried: I dunno, probably recently? I'm weak, I cry when anything remotely upsetting happens.

6. Dated someone twice: Never. I hold grudges and I have a long fucking memory. No second chances.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Lord, yes. Not recently though.

9. Lost someone special: Yep.

8. Been cheated on: Never...to my knowledge?

10. Been depressed: Um, sporadically, I guess.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: The last time I did this, we went bar hopping and I not only threw up in the bathroom of the last bar, I threw up in the car on the way home. Bless my husband for putting up with me that night, I was a hot mess (it was his car and I cleaned it the next day fyi).

3 FAVOURITE COLOURS

12. Blue

13. Black

14. Purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. Made new friends: Yes!

16. Fallen out of love: No.

17. Laughed until you cried: OFTEN. I find myself hilarious and regularly laugh at my own jokes.

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Found out, no. But everyone I work with is a horrible gossip, so...

19. Met someone who changed you: Yes.

20. Found out who your friends are: I already knew.

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list: My husband is on my Facebook list, so that's a yes.

GENERAL

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: A majority, but not all.

23. Do you have any pets: Nope. :(

24. Do you want to change your name: Nah, I like it.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: It was 9 months ago so I don't really remember, ha. I think I worked and then we went out to dinner.

26. What time did you wake up: 7ish.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Dozing on the couch in a white wine haze.

28. Name something you can’t wait for: Another weekend! Fuck off, upcoming work week.

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Recently.

31. What are you listening to right now: The Simpsons.

32. Have you ever talked to a person named tom: Probably?

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: It's hot. Also I have heartburn.

34. Most visited website: Tumblr. Um...that's it.

35. Hair colour: Dark blonde/light brownish.

36. Long or short hair: Long!

37. Do you have a crush on someone: Yes. ;)

38. What do you like about yourself: My hair. My body, sometimes. I'm also kinda smart I guess.

39. Want any piercings: I sort of want a nostril piercing. Or a septum ring but I think my current job would frown on that.

40. Blood type: No sweet clue, if I've ever been typed they haven't told me.

41. Nickname: Mac!

42. Relationship status: Married since last spring, we've been together almost 5 years.

43. Zodiac: Sagittarius WOOOOO

44. Pronouns: She/her

45. Favourite tv show(s): Black Sails, Game of Thrones, The Office, The Simpsons, Insecure, Orange is the New Black, Bob’s Burgers, Westworld, Vice Principals, Veep, Silicon Valley...I watch a lot of TV.

46. Tattoos: 3. Poetry, coat of arms, viking longboat. I want at least one more.

47. Right or left handed: Right.

48. Surgery: Just wisdom tooth extraction. That SUCKED.

49. Piercing: My ears.

50. Sport: Archery, Muay Thai

51. Vacation: I live in a place everyone else vacations.

52. Pair of trainers: This is like, running shoes, right? One.

MORE GENERAL

53. Eating: So far just a granola bar. Junk food later.

54. Drinking: Nothing at the moment.

55. I’m about to: ...keep watching TV?

56. Waiting for: Mr. Lurker to wake up. He got into the rum last night and went to bed super late (early, really) and I'm bored without him around to annoy. :p

57. Want: A donut. Or several.

58. Get married: Already did. Boom! If anyone wants to know about the proposal/the wedding, my inbox is always open. I love talking about us. ;)

59. Career: I have a job...I'm not sure it qualifies as a career though.

WHICH IS BETTER

60. Hugs or kisses: I only really like kisses from my dude, but anyone I like can feel free to hug me. I'm pretty cuddly once you get to know me.

61. Lips or eyes: Eyes.

62. Shorter or taller: Taller.

63. Older or younger: Older.

64. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms! Mmm.

65. Hook up or relationship: Both. I mean, I met my husband at a bar and brought him home that night, so I guess hook ups that lead to relationships, heh.

66. Troublemaker or hesitant: Trouble-effing-maker.

HAVE YOU EVER

67. Kissed a stranger: So many times. Ah, college, and to a lesser extent, grad school.

68. Drank hard liquor: lol how is this even a question? Yes, obviously.

69. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Nope!

70. Turned someone down: Yeah.

71. Sex on the first date: ...yes.

72. Broken someone’s heart: Probably. :/

73. Had your heart broken: Yeah.

74. Been arrested: Arrested, no. Escorted by police off a roof where me and my drunk miscreant friends were hanging out as teenagers, yes.

75. Cried when someone died: Yep.

76. Fallen for a friend: I think so.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

77. Yourself: Ehh. Sometimes.

78. Miracles: Not really.

79. Love at first sight: No.

80. Santa Claus: Not since I first learned to read and noticed that Santa and my dad had the same distinctive handwriting.

81. Kiss on the first date: Do I believe in this? Friend, you ought to know by now.

82. Angels: No.

OTHER

83. Current best friend’s name: I'm not telling!

84. Eye colour: Gray. With a teeny ring of gold around the pupil (partial heterochromia ftw).

85. Favorite movie: I can't choose, I like too many!

[starsinursa]

Shout-out to @saminzat for tagging me! Like I needed an excuse to waste time. ;)

LAST

1) Drink:  Coffee... it’s like 10 p.m. at night, but I’m trying to stay awake to finish some work from the office (and yet I’m on tumblr doing this quiz instead, oops).

2) Phone call: A coworker called me so I’d have her new phone number.

3) Text message:  “FYI, they don’t give you the money right back, you have to wait 4 - 6  WEEKS for a check in the mail, uggggh”. I bailed the same coworker out of jail about three months ago and went to the city municipal court today to get the bail money back... turns out things aren’t that simple.

4) Song listened to:  Umm...so I’ve been listening to the Moana soundtrack pretty much non-stop for the last week. :D

5) Time you cried:  A couple of weeks ago, reading the fic “Cursed or Not” for the first time (hey, you get to chapter 18 and try not to ugly cry, okay?).

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated somebody twice:  Yep. Good ol’ high school.

7) Been cheated on:  Not that I know of.

8) Kissed someone and regretted it:  Yep. Good ol’ college.

9) Lost someone special:  Yes, a couple of times.

10) Been depressed:  Yep, special shout-out to my Prozac and Wellbutrin, love you guys. ;)

11) Gotten drunk and puked:  Yes, a few times, unfortunately. Again, good ol’ college (although I can’t use that excuse for the last time because I had already graduated... to whomever had to clean out that train car up in Minneapolis, MN, about 2.5 years ago: I am so, so sorry, I’ve learned my lesson about taking it easy on the Everclear, you have every right to hate me).

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Green

13) Purple

14) Blue

IN THE LAST YEAR YOU HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends:  Kind of? Do work friends count? 

16) Fallen out of love:  Nah, gotta be in love for that

17) Laughed until you cried:  Yes, most recently was while watching “Impractical Jokers” with my aunt (they took a guy who is terrified of cats and made him teach an improv “how to bond with your cat” class, okay, I found it hilarious as a cat-owner).

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you:  Yeah, there’s a lot of gossip about everyone at my second job. Look, I’m sorry I go through all the water bottles, okay? I drink a lot of water...

19) Met someone who changed your life:  Not anyone specific in the last year that I can think of...

20) Found out who your true friends are: Meh. I’ve always kinda known.

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list:  Nah

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends:  256

23) Pets:  Two! One dog, one cat, the best of both worlds.

24) Want to change your name:  Nah, I like my name.

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday:  Books, I always ask for books.

26) Time I woke up:  Around 8:30 a.m. this morning

27) Were you doing at midnight: Probably surfing tumblr, tbh, I am sadly predictable

28) Can’t you wait for: MY VACATION THIS NEXT WEEK

29) Was the last time you saw your mom:  A couple of weeks ago when I went home for a dentist appointment

30) Is something you wish you could change about your life:  I need to buckle down and really focus on paying off a couple of bills. It helps having a second job, but I’m just so impatient.

31) Are you listening to right now:  Nothing at the mo

32) Gets on your nerves:  Whiners. Don’t get me wrong, I love to bitch and complain as much as the next person, but people who blame the world/ everyone else for their problems? Just....yeah.

33) Talked to a person named Tom:  ...this question doesn’t make any sense. “What - talked to a person named Tom”? Also, no, I know several Tims, but no Toms.

34) Is your most visited website:  Pffft, tumblr, of course, is that even a real question

35) Elementary school/primary school:  [Name of my hometown] Elementary School

36) High School:  [Name of my hometown] Jr./ Sr. High School

37) College:  I’ve already mentioned in a couple of posts where I went to college, so I guess I’ll just say it: Kansas State University. EMAW!

38) Hair colour:  Dark brown

39) Long/short hair:  Long! It’s currently the longest it’s ever been in my entire life, I’m so excited (although holy shit, I shed a lot).

40) Crush:  Nah, not for a while. I creeped on a cute security guard a few months ago, but he turned out to be a jerk with a classic “crazy ex-girlfriend” (I put that part in quotation marks because I have no idea if she’s actually ‘crazy’ but he kept insisting she was...which is, just, y’know, a red flag on his part).

41) Do you like about yourself:  I’m actually pretty fond of my hair now, after a lifelong love/hate relationship. I also like to think I’m okay at singing sometimes.

42) Piercings: None at the moment, actually

43) Blood type: A+

44) Nickname: My family has always called me “Foo” (as in, “little bunny foo-foo”)

45) Relationship status:  Single, ayyyyy

46) Zodiac: Leo (pffft, but not really)

47) Pronouns: She/her

48) Favourite show: Supernatural (of course!), Psych, Once Upon a Time, Firefly, Scrubs, Nikita, Game of Thrones

49) Tattoos: None. I’m too fickle, I’d get one and then change my mind two weeks later.

50) Left or right handed: Right

FIRST

51) Surgery:  I had my tonsils out when I was 17 thanks to multiple bouts with strep throat. Oh my god, never wait until you’re that old to get your tonsils removed, it was absolute hell. 

52) Piercings: My ears. If we’re talking unusual piercings, I had a “nape piercing” for a while in high school.

53) Best friend:  Probably my cousin Kayla, since we grew up together

54) Sport:  I played softball for several years as a kid, until I got a bloody nose when the ball hit me in the face. Then I had to quit because I was gun-shy. To this day, I’m still afraid of balls flying at my face (hehehe).

55) Vacation:  I visited my dad in San Diego, CA for a week when I was ten years old

56) Pair of shoes:  First pair of shoes? I don’t know, I was a baby. Probably some over-priced cutesy pair that never even got any use because I was a baby.

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: Spicy Doritos

58) Drinking:  Still drinking coffee

59) I am about to:  Sort through my tumblr “Saved Drafts” and add tags for everything, then try to get some writing done

60) Listening to:  Nothing at the mo (this is the same question at #31?)

61) Waiting for:  Saturday when I leave for vacation! *o*

62) Want to see: Honestly can’t think of anything. I’d like to watch Moana again but it’s not on DVD yet?

63) Want to get married:  Sure, someday

64) Career:  Human services/ social work-ish? Basically, I work at a non-profit agency helping adults with developmental/ intellectual disabilities to get/ maintain services. Oh, and I also have a part-time job at an adult store. Gotta make ends meet, y’know.

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/kisses:  Really depends on who they’re from. Probably hugs for the most part. :)

66) Lips/eyes: Aaagh, I don’t know... I love gorgeous eyes, but I also love me some tasty lips... y’know what, I’m gonna go with lips. Yep.

67) Taller/shorter:  Taller

68) Younger/older: Older

69) Romantic/spontaneous:  I can be romantic when I have someone to be romantic for, but I’m not the most spontaneous. :D Like, let’s just stick to the PLAN, okay?

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: Arms. I like squishy cuddly tummies anyways.

71) Sensitive/loud: ...I don’t know. Sensitive, I guess, because being around loud people wears me out pretty quickly. But sensitivity needs to have limits too...

72) Hookup/relationship:  Relationship. Been there, done the hook-up thing, not worth it. Good ol’ college.

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: At this point in my life, I’d say hesitant. Trouble-making was fun in the past, but, like, I’ve got an actual career now that I could lose if I go around trouble-making/ hanging out with trouble-makers.

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger:  So, so many times. Good ol’ college.

75) Drank hard liquor:  Yep. Still love me some vodka. It just mixes with everything, y’know?

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses:  Contact lenses, yes, but luckily I’ve never lost a pair of glasses

77) Turned someone down:  Yes. I hate doing that. I’m a horrible, cowardly person who would rather “ghost” someone than have to deal with an uncomfortable confrontation. 

78) Canoodling on a first date:  Depends on the definition of “canoodling”. Are we talking cuddling or snuggling up during a movie? Sure. Making out? Maaaybe, depends. No copping a feel on the first date though, c’mon now.

79) Broken someone’s heart:  Yes. Breaking up with someone in high school is intense. 

80) Had your own heart broken:  Kind of, not really? The only person I legitimately had feelings for, I never told them how I felt, so they never really had the opportunity to break my heart but it hurt like hell anyways. Have I mentioned I’m a cowardly piece of shit? :D I mean, that was like 10 years ago in high school, but I haven’t changed that much.

81) Been arrested:  No, thank goodness. There were a couple of close calls during my partying days, I’ve definitely been luckier than I probably deserve.

82) Cried when someone died:  Yes. Doesn’t happen often, luckily.

83) Fallen for a friend: Not really? Had crushes on friends, had friends-with-benefits, yes, but never technically “fallen for” a friend.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: Depends on what we’re talking about here. In general, yeah, I like to think I do okay...

85) Miracles:  Ehhh, I can’t decide. It’s a wonderful thought but I’m also kind of a pessimist realist. You know what they say: “hope for the best but prepare for the worst”.

86) Santa Clause:  Not for many, many years

87) Kisses on a first date: Sure! End-of-the-date kisses are sweet.

88) Angels:  I...think so. 

89) Love at first sight:  I don’t know? It’s a wonderful thought but I’m just not sure. Maybe not love at first sight, per se, but I think there are definitely people out there that you can just tell right away they’re going to be special to you.

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: None, at the mo

91) Eye colour: Brown

92) Favourite movie:  That’s a tough one... I think it depends on my mood. Do I want to laugh? Something trashy like “Sorority Boys”. Do I want to cry? Probably something steeped in existential crisis like “A.I.”. Do I want a feel-good adventure with talking animals? “Homeward Bound”.

Holy crap, that took like 1.5 hours. Anyone need an excuse to waste some time/ procrastinate/ be distracted? Tagging @magnificent-winged-beast, @helianthus21, @destielmixtape, @beesandangelkisses, @emotionally-compromised-idiot, @castielsgracex, @apritelleorai, @honeybee-and-batman, @sunshine-hunters, @waaaaaayward-assbutt, @cool-fallen-angel , and anyone else who wants to do it. :)